'Dreams' - by David Wilding
Dreams
by David Wilding (15th August 2009, about 3am)
What was it?
Kick to the past? Wake to the future?
Left me feeling stuck back there,
Back where times are rough and hard,
Danger everywhere,
But he is there in it,
Somewhere.
For the danger is him, through him.
Awakens old fears,
Old enemies,
Pulls back the cover,
Opens old wounds,
Rears up its ugly head,
Reminds me of how it was,
Because of this day.
He will never be well,
I'm certain of it,
Always will be with this,
In his head.
From now and forever,
Won't go away,
Refuses to die.
What did I do ever?
To deserve this.
Can't get it right,
Even a defective boy,
Jeez that old life,
Must've been bad,
And hard,
Full of woes and torment,
And bad things.
Here it is now,
All come here, come back,
To haunt me,
Like a spectre,
A dead ghost,
Never leaving me,
I can't shake it,
From my head, from my mind.
Moving on,
Has to be despite this.
But how?
How to get it right? To be better,
How to heal such pain?
Here I am now,
So full of pain and sorrow,
And regret.
Just sitting here sitting, writing,
Going nowhere,
Writing all and writing nothing,
Just to try,
Try get this out of my head.
But I'll die first,
Before that's done,
I feel it.
'Words' - by David Wilding
- Words are like beautiful flowers If you give them love and encouragement, they will reward you Words are stubborn You just can't get them right Words are for me stories They have a beginning, an end And in the middle some detail But you never know Until the last letter ....
'Symphony of Days' - by David Wilding
- Everybody has a song What does it sound like? And you are mine! Your lips, cherry red, are for pleasure, Your eyes sing through my soul and enchant me, Your smile is sweeter than Four Seasons, And to hug you is Beethoven's Fifth, So dramatic, majestic with power and strength, ....
'Rat's Entrails' - by David Wilding
- Why have I come? Why did you bring me here? This land of plenty, this new horizon, This promise, So far, The gold paving is shiny yellow, Blue skies are tinted grey, Riches are just multiples, The grass is greyer, And I am left alone again. Such adversity I face, ....
'Prodigal Son, Truant Child' - by David Wilding
- I returned But as Prodigal Son Or Truant Child? Didn't feel it The magic was gone Spirit vanished Where was I? And who? This day I am foreign Not what I was or felt like Who came off the train? And stepped back on? Me Version 2 ....
'Everyone Keeps Asking' - by David Wilding
- Everyone keeps asking Everyone keeps asking how you are I tell them I don't know I suppose you're OK And they wonder Everyone wants to know How you are and what you're doing They never asked before So why now? Why the sudden interest? So what about it? ....
