MELANCHOLY BLUE

All that has died in me
lives in memory’s keep
shadows deep
melancholy blue

in a crcle never-ending
relentless and unforgiving
I am taken back back
to wounds ever bleeding

Who I am today
will die to tomorrow
and when the world I know
begins to fade a way
I sink
into shadows deep
melancholy blue.......

In the spinning of the blade,
a superseding wish for gain.
In lieu of noble sentiments,
a list of new ingredients.

The jolly round is passed on by.
A jeroboam of bubbles lie.
Grail like drinks are fortified
by angel’s breath and Gorgon’s tied

into a Mandelbrot bootlace
of needing more but saving face.
Poised pen and poisoned inks;
lots of love, heart breaks and sinks.

I want this and I want that
And I don't give a damn
If the country goes to hell
As long as I get my ham

I'm third generation on welfare
you said you'd care for me
I can't make it on my own
You've made it plain to see

Insanity is expecting different results
From the same old experiment
And so we'll try it just once more
To our own detriment

If you could give only one thing?

Most people would say they choose love.

Love is like a day in spring,

when the birds soar high up above,

from the south to the north fly,

also waking from sleep creation,

telling the winter's cold good bye,

and the earth starts resurrection.

If love was the chosen one

this simple gift how would you give?

Would there be attached conditions,

with self serving motives,

or could you give it freely,

not expecting a reward?