A society caste aside
Divided by prejudiced pride
Friends apartGood friends
But when they pull
In all directions...
Where do you go?
Do you stay ?
Or get pulled apart?
Solving a broken heartAn arrow that hit the heart
Shattered it when pulled apart
Scattered,a jigsaw puzzle in scrambles
Left him,nothing but shambles
Time apart - a daunting task
Too much of both to ask
(but as they say...)
Broken love can only be mended
By the hands those t'was ended
New depths discovered
The void that once did harrow
Filled by the broken arrow
A broken heart bound by a tether
A jigsaw puzzle pieced together..
Broken by an arrowShe cast,
And hit somethin'
But did cause
But she left
and with her
the arrow she took.
It wasn't theft
But the once
stolen was shook.
The repercussion was
In reality T'was that the
Fragile she'd broken
The pieces were too much to hustle
The once fragile now an unsolved puzzle
And in the while- he lost the smile
HeartlockerHe locked his.
But lost the key
She can't steal it
So she tried to break
into the safe
instead ended up..
breaking what's inside.
Why follow the Masquerade ?The first things we're taught -
None's the same, No we're not.
The next thing we're taught -
Be normal like rest of the Lot.
Why's the world such a hypocrite ?
Must my fate be confined to it's writ.
Isn't my fate, my own to scribe ..
Isn't it my life to describe ?
Why follow this masquerade?
A parading masked charade ;
That walks a beaten path.
An unchosen life that they hath.
With normality we're smitten.
Either Fit in or be Fitten !!
Isn't there space for all ?
After all, is the world so small ?
Why fit in.. when you can stand out ?
If i can't then I demand out..
I'll pave my way out at any rate.
Possibly set the beaten path straight.
Heartless......no moreShe needed space like the rest...
She left one instead in his chest...
Remained no heart to be broken
For the words already spoken,
From a confronted confess -
"You are so heartless"
Felt like his insides hollowed;
Felt like he was being followed,
By a black cloud o' lies
Rainin misery and despise.
Put up a wall and fences;
Brought up his defenses.
With pills and a session.
To himself he's confined
Else but heartbreak on his mind
A month or two passed by..
Facing the reality he's tryin to Deny.
Morbid memories he dismembers
And then he remembers....
To get somewhere wholehearted
The secret is getting started..
.. started with a day in the park
..couple o' hours before the dark
Alone in his own zone
Mathers chantin on the headphone
Caught somethin across the aisle
A beaming, beautiful smile.
More than just a few HEYs
Same went for a few day
Talked on and until late
Turned to a dinner at 8
Her beauty, grace and smile,
Life was again wort
Happy B'day BBfriends call her BB for fun
I believe it's short for BB gun
Although your jokes are horrible
You're still cute and adorable
Don't be fooled by this pipsqueak
Though she seems shy and meek
An A-bomb inside a grenade
Putting forward an innocent charade
Can't believe i'm writin literature
For someone with such a PUSHy nature
But... today i don't get to tease
All i get to do is to please
For today is her B'day
So affection I've to display
Have a blast Punk
Do anything but get drunk
For i give a pitiful sigh
Who is to care o' u when high
Anyways have a good one
And worries ...let there be none
AusverkaufskulturAasgeierfirmen und Spekulanten
kaufen die Schuldenscheine ganzer Staaten
für einen minimalen Wert
und treiben sie dann ein mit dem Schwert
Griechenland, Portugal, dann Spanien
zuletzt Frankreichs Kapitulation
die EU muss alles bezahlen
im Namen der Integration
ein indischer Milliardär
lässt Ressourchen verkommen
kauft Europa's Stahlwerke leer
um Konkurrenz zu stoppen
sonst wird alles geregelt
das Taschengeld der Putzfrau
der Kellnerin, der Bierzeltmädel
geraubte Kunst hingegen...
...ist rumetikettiertes Fleisch
verseuchte marokkanische Stangenbohnen
werden über Spanien einwandfrei
im Staatenbund der Abzocker
geraubte Kunst braucht keine Herkunft
Schwarzkonten-Alice weiß unser Wohl
ein Hoeneß spottet jeder Vernunft
alles Privilegierte der Ära Kohl
Zuhälter bleiben unbehelligt
im demokratischen Zuchtstall
der Markt agiert selbstständig
doch blechen wird die Vielfalt
© j.w.waldeck 2014
Please do nout use
anything of my work!
RealityLet us go then, you and I,
to watch the waters lap oh so high
to watch the lakes grow oh so dry
while they blow smoke to the sky
and frack our future.
distort the trouble,
doubt the science
on the double
lie and cheat and make a fuss
in money we trust.
And the waters they rise,
and the islands they sink
Southern Louisiana's right in the drink
The wars are here, the thirst has come
but too many bigshots sit and hum.
Repeating the mantras won't change a thing
repeating the mantras won't change a thing
repeating the mantras won't change a thing.
On the Fear of WritingCrackling words break the backs of silence.
Words. Words. Screamed from the mouths of eternal horses.
Upon the backs of men seeking a path from hell.
There's no way to know.
There's no way to tell.
Is the world's getting smaller?
Or are we getting too big?
Wars fought over oil paint blood in the sand,
while the whole planet smiles,
"Ain't it fine?" "Ain't it grand?"
The cracking of the globe, splitting faces in two.
With some halves in the "Us's" and others in "You's".
Rising from the pheonix's ashes
to smush oily words upon the gate.
For babes are crying and winter's dying
when love is left to rot.
No more feathered wings to cradle it.
No more tender hands to keep it.
There is only the swollen pregnant moon
in the gnashing yellow night.
Killing PotentialBuilding walls to watch them crumble;
raising men to watch them fall
Burn your hometown down to rubble
stand in silence at the call.
Cutting forests in the spring,
smashing eggs to smithereens.
Smelting down engagement rings
just to hear the children scream.
Shut down the lawmen in their prime
kill the carpenter at work.
Stop the conman in his crime
hang in innocent in flirt.
Crush the change before happens;
halting progress in it's step.
Just watch the future's slipping
There is no shifting what is set.
the Lay of IllIllkvæði
Si! Lyss till sången, den sällsamt sorgsna,
om svek och sveda, i Sviþiods land.
Hur en smitta småsint, i smälekens smedja,
med spefull spinnrock, spinna illsluga nät,
hur folksjälen svärmas, med svartaste svårmod,
då samfälldhet sina, och sågas isär.
Hören nu alla, om de härskna herrar,
vilka högsätet inta, med högburet hull.
Hövdingar alla, som härska i hallen,
med hövisk tunga, och skenhelig håg.
Dessa högborgens hökar, vårt rikets herdar,
nu hyckla och häckla, om ofärd och harm.
Då hetsas till tinget, hembygdens söner,
på hastiga hovar, från trygghetens hamn.
Med hatets hetta, de lockas att härja,
i blanka harnesk, för hem och för härd.
Också hyrda hirdmän, till härmönstring kallas,
på järnskodda hästar, i hiskelig hast.
Härolder hojta, och bl
Inside-The-OutsideAnother treacherous hour
ticks the heavenly, caged.
Between Life and Death
and the Rich and Beseiged
Inside the Outside lies one of two worlds
One of the men
and one of the girls.
One earth of curses,
the other a plus.
'Twix men who ride horses
and who walk in the dust.
They'll never rest
There will always be more
For those that go looking
are not those that go seeking
Because you must look
to find the In-Betweens
King JesterSo, crown the jester
in his plight
of the laughing widows, merry.
Each cackle and haw
tears him apart
in his fields of poppies.
Given him the crown
make a scepter of his bread.
Carry him on
to his throne of glory;
a sordid pile of the dead.
Mock him as he cries in anger
laugh at every tear.
Chain him to his crown of glory
and listen for the jests and jeers
FarmlandSeeing life through shattered eyes
hollowed out by crows
stinking words of slurping lies
death in perfect form.
The spoiled minds of children
who slither in the dust
devour whole their kindred
in a never-ending lust.
Come now, lads, lay down your arms
shed your hands and grin.
Fill the through and feed the farm
break your bones and skin.
Stick out your tongue and ring the bell
gorge yourself to bursting.
Taste heaven in the devil, sell
your lands of birthing.
Broken PeopleBroken shattered faces
in a burning paper town.
It's the way it's always been,
like the earth goes 'round and 'round.
There are no tales to tell;
no shining knights who slay;
No high and mystic castle walls
keeping evil at it's bay.
Just piles of old rubble
in lay the footsteps of the past
to remind us that we're temporary
and that none of us can last.
Crumbling people travelling
on long crackling roads
who have been journeying forever
to destination unknown.