'Downhill' - by David Wilding
Downhill
by David Wilding (13th August 2006)
How long have I got now?
And until what?
At least one night
At most another thirty years ....
If I get there.
Where do I go now?
What will I do now?
When I can't feed them,
Can't feed myself,
When winter freezes over
And bills pile in
Internet wants paying for,
More gas, more water,
Electricity to die for,
Just keeps coming,
Never stops.
It wasn't supposed to be like this,
Should have been the Great Leap Forward,
Ironic as it was for Him,
And how he lied.
But I DIDN'T!
I believed!
I wanted and needed,
To succeed, to be wanted and needed,
To be proud of what I did.
I want to be,
Still want to be,
But how anyone can be
Proud of failure,
Again and again ...
Should be used to it.
Done if often enough,
Wasn't supposed to be this way.
"Genius", "Boy Wonder",
"He can READ!",
Early life had its glory,
Then it all changed,
Down it all came,
To this that I feel now.
'Flavours Plenty' - by David Wilding
- Chocolate, caramel, walnut whip Strawberrry centre, sherbert dip Flavours plenty, all around Many seen but few are found How does anyone make the choice? This tastes but this has voice That one there I can't resist Don't know how I could have missed Wanting all but having none ....
'On my Island' - by David Wilding
- It's Dark here on my island I didn't want it Don't need it so Want to find light Open the hatch Get out and swim To safety and sanctuary Which way? Do I need it? To leave my treasure chest Pot of Gold abandon But leave with my life ....
'Passion Flower' - by David Wilding
- It is over now The night sky comes among us And as daylight fades it brings ending The LAST of the old NEW tomorrow will bring plenty My fire will BURN AGAIN As SHE fuels my flames Ohh how this passion flower blooms The waterfall rushes on But wait .... who goes .... ....
'Impossible Love' - by David Wilding
- I wanted you here tonight, Yet how could it be? Do I dream the impossible? To achieve the unknown, Is something no-one can. And yet, I need it more each day. ....
'Trapped' - by David Wilding
- You did me wrong, Do you think you help? Or provide comfort? Stable living is all I need. I came here for it, to find it, All I have is pain, And broken promises. Lies are a-plenty. And he back "home", He needs me, misses me daily, I know I should be there, ....
