Mykel

I'm just a mediocre dreamer,
An average little schemer,
Who lacks the guts
to do
The things that must be done.
Sometimes,
To seize the day,
You have to run.

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I'm just a precious bloody whinger
Who swings from beggar
then to binger.
I've got nowhere near the courage
Of those inspirational some.
Sometimes,
To seize the day,
You have to run.

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I lack that special something that's required,
To jump ship
And be inspired.
Broadly speaking,
It's all becoming
so ho-hum.
Sometimes,
To seize the day
You have to run.

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I just keep
Steaming up this river.
I'll take whatever she delivers.
No doubt this
would be paradise for some.
To those
Who still don't know
They have to run.

I need someone to pull the trigger.
I need someone to pull the trigger.
Don't bother to try and figure –
This social dislocation, This lonely mind vacation,
Just pull the fxxxing trigger.

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I see the beggars - all in grey suits -
Who strive for the wisdom of a slug, to boot,
Who think our world is a refuse which they can pollute,
Just pull the fxxxing trigger.

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Meanwhile…

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The true wear the used
of these economic heathens,
and bathe in the street after the hail.
Their bodies succumb to life's preventable diseases.
That's what they call 'economies of scale'.

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Just pull the fxxxing trigger.

Am I now at their command?
Do they wield the wisest hand?
I can't decide,
although I've tried.
Perhaps this is their master plan.

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So send me down a new age frown.
The one I have is broken.
There is so much use
for this facial truth,
It says more than all words spoken.

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If I cross the sea
To escape their fee
Will the broker then advance my pension?
I feel so much guilt
within these walls they've built.
Merely smile without true intention.

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Ease the burden
And ease the pain.
I wonder what will then remain.
I won't admit
that I believe their shit,
This crap - "no hurt, no gain".

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So text me down a new age frown.
I'll just choose to grin and bear it.
I've room for more
of the same old score.
At least I don't see it when I wear it.

Each day I face a thousand fears
And run a mile each time one approaches.
One thousand miles every day;
No wonder I’m tired.
Will it always be this way?

The Tragedy of the Timid Man is easy to appreciate.

With all this running for his constant retreat
He hasn’t time to stop and think,
That to turn and finally face his fears
Would require strength, less pain,
Than the effort spent
Avoiding all these years.

But why is courage so elusive?
And old obsessions so oppressive?
As every day, the Timid Man
Turns from mania towards the repressive.

Poets encourage us to seize the day,
But if they thought like him
What would they say?
For he still fears the unknown truth
Like the thousand thoughts he feels each day.

I'd count the stars above
until the light shined through,
Then learn the secrets with
which to teach our children too.
I'd heed the truth
that buried all our compromise,
Revitalise my life,
If you asked me to.

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I'd negotiate the war
until the peace rang true,
Then use that strategy
to make our dreams come true.
I'd lay to rest the doubts
that bastardise your mind,
If you gave the sign,
Then I could learn from you.

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I'd rearrange the dark
and bring the day to you.
Change the colour of my jealous eyes
from green to blue.
I'd forever look for new ways to enhance my role,
Cajole my jaded soul,
If I could be with you.

I think, What is my world?
When yours is so elegant?
What is the point of my life,
When yours is so full?
I’d like to be more like you, if only I could.
I wish the sting of your tongue, hurt less than it did.

I wish I’d met you years before,
My life would be different now.
More years of the thoughts that you inspire,
Of the experiences that you give.
I wish I didn’t remember all things you said.
I wish the sting of your tongue hurt less than it did.

I want to feel special in your special place.
Its particular charm
I merely hope to embrace.
I’d feel closer to you
If only I could.
I feel the sting of your tongue hurt more than it should.

Desperate for a second chance
he'd sussed out every circumstance.
But in the end he knew the truth,
like a blind cat dancing on a hot tin roof.

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He was about to fall from grace.
He'd played hard,
yet lost the race.
Didn't know when to cut the cord,
didn't know when to fall on his sword.

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Don't get me wrong,
he'd tried for so long.
Worn the façade of someone strong.
But in the end he got too confused,
Couldn't decipher the tactics we used.
Threw in the towel to end his fight,
Became a shadow boxer in the winner's sights,
A shadow man in another world's light….

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He'd driven himself insane they said,
listened too long to the voice in his head.
Passed far too many open doors
in which he'd stop to merely check the scores.
Made too many excuses not to enter,
Hung the edges, Not the centre.
Went through life as cool as ice,
then thought too hard, and paid the price.

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Our bigotry made him compromise,
But 'till then he faked it well -
With lies.
Nobody saw the crosses he bore,
'till she saw the truth echo in his eyes.

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He'd resisted the pressure to become like us,
Just another face on society's bus.
Resisted the pressure to buy and pollute.
Said "No" to licking the foreman's boot.

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He'd pushed aside the temptation of status,
but stood to close to the One who created us.
He cared so much for his Mother's touch.
He loved so much, he almost made it.

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But when he finally worked out life was shit
he lifted his sleeve for that one last hit.
Thought for a moment,
Then took aim,
And hoped the rush would end his pain.

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No goodbyes
No final note
as he sailed another user's boat.
The fault lies not in his last action,
But in our conservative reaction.

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So to be assured
we sit falsely secure
with the hope that we can always endure.
But was there a time when he thought the same?
A time before we forgot his name.

To greater heights I would aspire
so long as you maintained the fire.
The burning pain I would endure,
to guarantee a better future.

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I'd watch the heads of change for signs,
that signaled the begin of troubled times.
And if the beast invaded us
I'd fight to Hell and back –
…. If only to maintain your trust.

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I'd spar temptation into shame
and bury him from whence he came.
I'd kick jealousy in the arse
and then so far onto our past
we'd both amaze the speed at which she is forgotten.
No sense in suffering like the ill-begotten.

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And should you feel the need to call
I'd bake the bricks to build that wall.
Then stand guard 'till danger passed
and enter only when you asked.