Everyone's poems and/or works

[Willie]

A thought given to how it will be if I win… only I can look down on winning and up at losing, after all I always seem to have one foot in the grave. Don’t Knock The Gravedigger… always better to be out than in, why should I look to Heaven?

Once were a gravedigger’s hands
Though that was never the plan
As I wanted to lie in the sand
Would I walk the Earth?
Seeking some treasure of worth
Or just hold a pretty girl
Now I find these old bones
Still alive but alone
Just waiting to go home

Though there’s no such place
How I lost the race
For still I have stayed
Digging some other man’s grave
Don’t they say dig two
Wow I killed quite a few

These hands held just enough
Then again much too much
No one man should have all that power
Never looked to my final hour
When pen and paper, sword and blood
Power and profit… can’t buy me love

Gained the whole world
Saw so many pretty girls
Lost my heart and soul
Should I say “uh oh”
You dared me flee eternity
Who is last, you or me?

Once were gravedigger’s hands
I’m a logo, a brand
Lost, undiscovered in these lands
No I’m not the secret keeper
Much more wicked, you all fell deeper
Suppose you might call me the reaper
Until at last reality
That someday we all must see
Dreams of immortality

And so I reach up
If only that was enough
To stand just once more
I would knock on Heaven’s Door

[Courtenay Schembri]

“Their eyes catch across a room. 


The softness in their voices make a symbolic harmony. 
With his back turned, 
he knows it’s her.

She knows it’s him by the way his hair stops down the back of his neck.

They have never spoken on human terms.

He’s so lively. There is so much energy and it radiates for miles.

Even the trees outside shine a little brighter.

Back and forth,

a knowing smile, 

a knowing look.

He knows what she drinks,

and will gladly pour it for her.

As the polite wonder she is, 
she gives thanks and hurries 
away on her little feet.”

- Maitre d’ for a Mistress.

[Courtenay Schembri]

“Sticky mud, 
sinking down in to a blanket of sludge.

This comfort blanket,
this filthy, grubby and musty comfort blanket.

Eyes dilated in panic yet the body hasn’t registered. The signals mix and no confusion, just content.

The large divine fob watch dips in to my space and ticks.

Rocking back and forth, letting me know how much time I have.

Drown it out,

drown it out.

I put a hand out and the clock stops.

Come on, let’s get out.”

- Sticky Mud

[Willie]

Courtenay wrote: "“Their eyes catch across a room. 


The softness in their voices make a symbolic harmony. 
With his back turned, 
he knows it’s her.

She knows it’s him by the way his hair stops down the back of h..."

Courtenay wrote: "“Their eyes catch across a room. 


The softness in their voices make a symbolic harmony. 
With his back turned, 
he knows it’s her.

She knows it’s him by the way his hair stops down the back of h..."

I don't know anything about you but "she" sounds like a shy siren or angel

[Willie]

Courtenay wrote: "“Sticky mud, 
sinking down in to a blanket of sludge.

This comfort blanket,
this filthy, grubby and musty comfort blanket.

Eyes dilated in panic yet the body hasn’t registered. The signals mix a..."

All kinds of dirty... I don't know why

[Courtenay Schembri]

A siren or angel? How so? I'd be interested to know. :)

[Willie]

Courtenay wrote: "A siren or angel? How so? I'd be interested to know. :)"

It just seems like someone caught up, he wants her or she's trying to keep him out of trouble or leading him astray

[Courtenay Schembri]

That's an interesting interpretation. What do you like about my poetry?

[Willie]

Courtenay wrote: "That's an interesting interpretation. What do you like about my poetry?"

From what I have read it's sort of a dirty sort of horror even when you're at you most innocent but I suppose I don't get it do I

[Courtenay Schembri]

I think that's a really interesting take on it. Personally, I don't tend to describe my poetry. It is what it is, I like to hear what other people feel it is so I can decide what it actually is.

[Willie]

I heard someone say once if I were the only boy and you were the only girl… I suppose a girl would rather have any one other than me. The Only Love Left… why can’t I have a love like everyone else seems to have

~The Only Love Left~

I try and catch my breath
Takes my breath away
Did you know someday was today
And it’s the only one left
How I would call it theft
What… I’m shocked and amazed
Future so bright… I got to wear shades
For it is death

Living in a fantasy world
To pave paradise, put up a parking lot
It’s so damn hot
Just to love the girl
The new Adam and Eve
If just her and me

[Willie]

Courtenay wrote: "I think that's a really interesting take on it. Personally, I don't tend to describe my poetry. It is what it is, I like to hear what other people feel it is so I can decide what it actually is."

Well I don't know if I helped or not but as you said it is what it is

[Courtenay Schembri]

“Bubblegum popping,
summer loving Mary Jane.

In her frilly skirts and 
high rise shirts,
flicking her hair.

On and down, 
the drums sound,
blood drips from her eyes.

Her guts spilling out of her chest,
go on! 
Put her to rest!

She’ll lead you to the forest,
because God knows I couldn’t.

I sat on the wet grass and 
pondered over an idea I didn’t have.

She knew where to go. 
You should go where the blue roses grow.

Listening to her, I knew she couldn’t. 
She wouldn’t.

It was the boy with the missing foot who stuck the pins in her eyes.”

- It’s a horror show

[Willie]

According to well… everyone I shouldn’t be having such thoughts; hell right after I feel such shame but in the end as the scorpion said, it’s what I do. Relocated Perversions… it’s not like there isn’t already an overabundance; of porn

Relocated Perversions

It's not nobler in the mind
The concept and this version
Now I am a loveless virgin
Perhaps lost but I find
That to have what’s mine
Takes what we call coercion
Might only be submersion
And nowhere near divine

Call her just another girl
For love in this hopeless place
Now I believe such a waste
But welcome to my world
Amateur, Pornographic, Screams
Written, Directed, Staring, Me

[Willie]

Courtenay wrote: "“Bubblegum popping,
summer loving Mary Jane.

In her frilly skirts and 
high rise shirts,
flicking her hair.

On and down, 
the drums sound,
blood drips from her eyes.

Her guts spilling out of ..."


Well I'm lost but it's a good kinda lost

[Courtenay Schembri]

Yeah I don't know what it was either. It just kind of happened.

[Willie]

My words, have been known to have an effect on people; gives them words of their own… depraved, pervert, deviant, etc. Screaming Reviews… I see the Marquis de Sade, and given everything that has been said about him, freest spirit who ever lived.

~Screaming Reviews~

Whether ‘tis Nobler… to have a healthy mind
Filled with rainbows, lollipops, sunshine
Like some playground for kids
Insist that there is innocence
For it abounds in this mixed up world
When I once knew a girl
Who only wanted a kiss
An opportunity I will miss

But has become my inspiration
It once brought such exaltation
The beginnings of such a gift
My heart was heavy to lift
How I never seemed to mind
Because there was such a time
Such a thing called love
Only meant a speck of blood

Which turns into a river and floods
Why is it I can’t get enough?
A sin to be guilty
They’re made to be filthy
Such lost in my depravity
Find peace in this reality
Claim wickedness in innocence lust
It just seems to be too much

Breath becomes even more shallow
These fingers choose to wallow
In words, in phrases, and lines
That so many seem to find
What they call all kinds of wrong
Call it the Siren’s Song
And I but the pied piper
Choked by smoke and fire

No pennies for my thoughts
You won’t pay that cost
Yet after I’m a goner
To wonder will you wanna
Dare to be de Sade
Don’t I know they’ll be a lot
Have you heard the news?
Will you read my screaming reviews?

[Willie]

The depths I have sank to for beauty or maybe I seek love in a hopeless place because I have been everywhere else. Angelic Depth… to fly but will one ever fall, so it says in the good book but I look down and what do I see I think

Angelic Depth

To fly amongst the living
Like them I come out digging
But I’m not meant for the clouds
What I find is down

Take my shovel in hand
And I’ll try to understand
Because I know it so well
Yet I choose to find a Hell

That could be so worthy
So I rush and I hurry
For where I lay my head
Here I am amongst the dead

* * *

Still I find that there is nothing
It’s why I search for something
Empty, forsaken, call it forlorn
Why I look to be warm

I’m not a child of the sun
I ain’t no fortunate one
From the skies I am pushed
Tired now and so bushed

Will I fill this hole?
Or so that is my goal
These longings, I feel someday
This has become a grave

* * *

As if some grave mistake
If I choose to stay
Give me the whole world
When what I wanted was the girl

My lover, my girl, my friend
How I want this to end
Tell me I lost that loving feeling
All that’s left is the dealing

With the dreams of yesterday
Am I wishing for someday?
Who could it be falling?
Listen to the angels calling

* * *

Dig the hole that much deeper
Then I will be a sound sleeper
A dream of beautiful death
At such an angelic depth

[Courtenay Schembri]

Where do we draw the line between psychosis and love?
We seem to associate psychosis with love. I always wondered why. Is it because we cry?

I don’t believe love has one exclusive emotion. Don’t we get to be upset? Don’t we get to be angry, to be so angry that the nails on our fingers sink in to your neck?

Call me psychotic but in the end, we all feel something. Even the most stone hearted people have emotions. They just need somebody to lure it out of them with a rope.

These angry hands wrap around your throat and squeeze….

You cheated.
You lied.
You didn’t love me, I can’t hate you for.

I turn to her and say ‘You got him, you won bitch. So, what now? Do I get to tear every pretty little hair out of your head? I deserve a bit of revenge don’t you think?’

'Oh honey pie, don’t look so wide eyed. Imagine for a second you were me and you loved somebody with your whole being but they didn’t love you… So they love some other bitch instead. Off with her head, she’d be dead’.

Possession.
Obsession.
Mania.
Psychosis.
Manipulation.

You drive me crazy. Love drives me crazy.

I’m crazy crazy crazy,
oh baby baby baby,
you can call me crazy all you want.

Listen sugar,
I am P-S-Y-C-H-O pathic,
remember when you said that.

Do you hear me now?
— Love Makes The Whole World Psychotic

[Angel]

Very intriguing!

[Courtenay Schembri]

Angel wrote: "Very intriguing!"

Thank you very much!

[Angel]

You welcome!

[Willie]

Socially acceptable insanity :)

[Courtenay Schembri]

:)

[Willie]

Talk about losing my religion or at least that’s what it feels like and that is the point, everyone has what they think is right and wrong and everything that I feel is apparently wrong. Kismet Emotions… it is my destiny to find, nothing at all.

~Kismet Emotions~

You are far too late
Let the virus and the zombies
This country and its armies
Show us all, they demonstrate
What will surely be our fate
How I have angered all the mommies
In my search for somebody
It was all my mistake

To feel what I feel
Call it love or lust
Someone to be us
For my fate is sealed
I once felt for something
But my prophets, there is nothing

[Willie]

Angel wrote: "From my poetry book, "Corridors of My Mind," (pub. September 14, 2014 on Amazon):



Strong Whiskey


I’ve taken you higher
Watched you perspire from my skillful, spicy, sharp tongue
Made you fire ..."

Figured I'd start a drinking habit sooner or later ;)

[Willie]

Okay maybe I am pathetic, a pervert, or anything else you might like to call me but once upon a time I was simply a boy in love. The Truth Before Desperation Comes…

~The Truth Before Desperation Comes~

The truth that I know nothing of love
Railing against it though I believe
Until… well will I ever have enough?
Ever, because for some reason I see

These dreams become my memories
Every now and then I confuse one for the other
Entities from the past become enemies
Never will I have a lover

But only sweet temptations
An with such an appetite
Because with such lustful inclinations
Even now I am unsatisfied
Sight being my only exhalation

Dotting my way through this life

Can this really be my world?
Only asked for love tonight
More and more girls

[Willie]

I hear the words, masquerading as a man with a reason, which of course I have none and rather than accept it I pretend. Adjusting My Hat… I just got my hair cut and felt somewhat bald or I just like my hood; if anything it’s what’s I think?

~Adjusting My Hat~

As if I were some hood
What is it I’m hiding?
Want to know… you should
Hate what you’re not abiding
And I know you would
That’s why I’m not surviving
It’s for the common good?

From the pope’s skullcap
All I am a blunder
Is it time for a nap
Who are you my mother?
Don’t tell me I’m trapped
Still I’m not like the others
The frequency I fap

For love is quite illegal
While I wear this sombrero
Could I be more regal?
How I need the dinero
But that wouldn’t be legal
To Nevada, should I go?
Fly like an eagle

If only I could play
Don’t lose my head
I should Tebow everyday
Yeah that’s what I said
Could there be a way
Not lying here in bed
Alone another day

Should I put on my Fedora?
Will I control my fate?
Go to Bora, Bora
Just to get away
Shall I lie amongst the flora
You say it’s a mistake
Yet I want more of…

Where is my mind?
Isn’t it what’s under?
The reason and the rhymes
Everything I wonder
Mad Hatter sublime

[Courtenay Schembri]

"We were being told one by one to say goodbye to this stranger we had never come across before.
I said a goodbye filled with so much distance, that it felt like I was on the other side of the world.

Pinned to the ground by security for trying to run, I faltered. That slow, bricks attached to feet dream run.

A familiar shopping centre that pops up from time to time. The place we said goodbye.

He was crying, in the bathroom, naked. He was dying and I didn’t know how to stop it. I was told to say goodbye and so I went to but I didn’t actually say it.

I witnessed a man I had never met crying and pleading with something intangible and I had no idea what I should do.

I walked out of the room in a daze. He’s probably dead now."
— A Goodbye For A Stranger

[Willie]

Courtenay wrote: ""We were being told one by one to say goodbye to this stranger we had never come across before.
I said a goodbye filled with so much distance, that it felt like I was on the other side of the world..."

A beautiful face and a creepy mind ;)

[Courtenay Schembri]

That's me! ;)

[Willie]

What is love… sacrifice; I think I have said this before and I think I take love to seriously. Then… There Was Only Wonder; Alice in Wonderland, CM Punk, digs crazy chicks or maybe I was thinking We Found Love, maybe not

Then… There Was Only Wonder

Then… there was only wonder
Much more than any other
As if I had forgotten thunder
Could it be so fast?
Like she sang At Last
But gone in a flash
For there was light and sound
Do you know what I found?
That we all fall down

Or so I would imagine
Is it really so tragic
Sing, I Believe It’s Magic
Just to tumble down the rabbit hole
Was that not my goal?
Did I not sell my soul?
With All The Things She Said
What HARM in being read
To be better off instead

If it was only Just A Dream
Thoughts of the red queen
And with a cup of tea
It all could go wrong
Should I laugh or yawn
No matter as I’m gone
So ask me what’s the matter
My heart it does shatter
Dare I be the mad hatter?

Would you even understand?
Say I Think I Can
Living in our wonderland
Better still if I knew
Such dreams could come true
You should Let Me Love You

Yet I’m from another world
Are you Alice, or just some girl?
A wish from a Songbird
This heart torn asunder
Cupid’s blunder
All that’s left is the wonder

Love‘s spell I’m under

[Willie]

I’m not… I know I’m not but when I see the messes of others become so beautiful and I spit my own out, I dare not question why I’m not successful. Good To The Last Drop… not blaming anybody but me, why I’m still so thirsty and yet drenched

~Good To The Last Drop~

Good to the last drop
The last to be here
Why wasn’t I the first?
Am I the blessing or the curse?
One more that you’ll hear
After so many tears… stop

I’m not the one to cause them
Be they happy or sad
Or maybe you’re just tired
Let me be the survivor
Something crazy or someone mad
A reason for such sin

Though I have never spilled blood
But theses thoughts of attacks
They ought to be in pictures
Make someone else, even richer
Thrills and kills, with bloody splats
Ask for reasons, I say because

I have yet to understand
Love, a virgin, some girl
So what don’t I know?
Is only what I wish to show
Yet what is the word?
Just JIZZ in my pants

As if I could make you wet
With all of my insanity
Making the most of this mess
Some traitor inside my chest
It’s something you can’t see
There’s always hope… and yet

Black ink and pencil lead
Do nothing in the desert
For it is I who thirst
How does the rain hurt?
My life I just blurt
What happens instead?

Fall in with a lot
Sink down below
Last to go
Should I be on top?

[Courtenay Schembri]

“Take a look at the 
old man over there. 
His wife has just forgotten 
who he is.
That teenage girl by the wall,
she has just lost her mother.
That young man tapping on his leg,
he’s battling with crippling anxiety about having to go in to a shop.
That young girl just lost her teddy bear.
That shop assistant who snapped at you, her parents just got divorced.
That girl with glasses,
I’m here and I’m writing about it all.”

This poem has no name

[Courtenay Schembri]

broken bottles in hotel room walls


Grass shoots,
burning flaming fire ring hoops. 
You hung up the phone and left the cord dangling. 
With pill bottles and empty shot glasses smashed in to the walls of your hotel room. 
Wondering how you felt,
I knew,
I knew you. 
I am stood here with your bleeding heart waiting for you to beat it back in to your chest.

[Willie]

Courtenay wrote: "“Take a look at the 
old man over there. 
His wife has just forgotten 
who he is.
That teenage girl by the wall,
she has just lost her mother.
That young man tapping on his leg,
he’s battling wit..."

What's in store... maybe

[Willie]

Courtenay wrote: "broken bottles in hotel room walls


Grass shoots,
burning flaming fire ring hoops. 
You hung up the phone and left the cord dangling. 
With pill bottles and empty shot glasses smashed in to the w..."

"
I am stood here with your bleeding heart waiting for you to beat it back in to your chest." awesome line

[Willie]

To forsake ones humanity, one must at first been human and I’m not so sure I ever was and yet I still have a heart. Reflected Human… a conversation with my detractors and that thing in the mirror but dare I call it a man

~Reflected Human~

When will my REFLECTION show?
It never will you know
There is no reason to believe
As if you were helping me
But I’m no longer blind
How I use to mind
What I once did see
And so you laugh hehe

COLLECTION of such thoughts and fears
Leaving me broken, left with my tears
So I’m shattered, splattered, and misconstrued
Is that what I want… don’t want to be you
Be free to choose, I have a voice
Have to remember, I still have a choice
Put the pictures away, one after another
Black or white… I’m not a color

The future, the past, RECOLLECTION some
No the present, isn’t fun
Because I never will forget
Angels still say, “Not Yet”
All that will become fable
Say goodbye, to Turning Tables
Don’t have to clean my plate
Because before it’s too late

Some AFFECTION must be shown
Right down to these bones
I’ll Say what I need to say
Right now, if just for today
To that thing in the mirror
Who draws ever nearer
Know that I love you
Could it be so true?

For there will be OBJECTIONS
They come from all directions
With anything we could be
They will never be happy
We’ll show them who we are
If it breaks a million hearts
I don’t want to be them
Only reflected human

[Willie]

Go ahead and ask me what I’m the best at… no not that I’m still a virgin after all but that’s because once upon a time I wanted love. Number One Stop… nice guys finish last or so they say but I can write, I have a camera

Number One Stop

Isn’t this the number one stop?
But two is not a winner
And I’m more than a beginner
This just happens a lot
Can’t be what I’m not
So what if I’m a sinner
If it makes me a grinner
Wanna know what makes me hot

Sing with me, “Girls, Girls, Girls”
Sex and horror, my new gods
Top of the world Ma
In my pocket, the whole wide world
Show me what I got
I’m headed for that number one spot

[Willie]

For now I suppose it is rumor and speculation… what it is I wish to do with my life; innocent until proven guilty I suppose. Someone Rumored… because honestly I’m not all there yet but who really needs love to know a girl, for I have loved?

~Someone Rumored~

Have you heard it yet?
When The Man Comes Around
For the date is set
So Send In The Clowns

As all of Heaven whispers
The clowns wear such frowns
And damn he should have kissed her
All her clothes fall down

Then it makes the evening news
Don’t they all say wow?
But they thought they knew
Ask about it now

Click, click, he’s Someone Rumored
Who once loved but just knows he knew her

[Willie]

Was this the reason I was given wings… how my lives to see me go down and yet I’ve always been falling and never hit rock bottom. Icarus’s Stairwell… how I once thought love would lift me up but lust seems so much simpler; I got an idea.

~Icarus’s Stairwell~

And so it was my wings fell off
Don’t you mourn, this son
I’m far from done
Though I maybe lost
My dreams come with cost
I don’t mourn the sun
As Yulaw “I will be the one”
Like a boss

But here is the twist
It will be with flesh
Who will be next?
Some hot little miss/bitch
Building my stairwell
Is this Heaven or Hell?

[Willie]

I have called life Hell on and off again and there are times I have embraced certain aspects; having been denied love I would say the second circle, which is lust. Burning Life… I embrace it all the more but we know when love burns the brightest…

~Burning Life~

In to the fire
But am I still a liar
If I rise to my desire
Ashes packed underfoot
How I dared to look
With fear I shook
Suddenly I see
What I am to be
Can’t I be me?

Should I put the fire out?
Or head back south
Everything… is different now
Looking above
I’m not looking for love
So let lust be dust
And I will rise
Let me surmise
I will survive

On these flames
As Jigsaw plays games
I’ll do the same
For to value my life
Must understand why
That’s why I say goodbye
To all these tears
God-awful fears
All these years

Finally to be off
Aloft
You call me lost
Maybe I am…
Damned
Where will I land?
Milk and honey
Soft piles of money
Isn’t it funny?

Both Heaven and Hell
Don’t want me there
Go where
Limbo… too ordinary
Purgatory
Second Circle glory
You’ll learn
Love to turn
Still the world burns

[Willie]

I see you or maybe I just want to… without expectations, without the prism, and without the system, which is this world. How Blind I Am… does anyone ever really see, the truth about anybody or do we only see what we wish

~How Blind I Am~

How mad I am
You wouldn’t understand
As I see what you are
Or even how far
This transformation
A demonstration
Of our true selves
Seems like Hell

How sad I am
Fires be damned
Such is the sea
Find myself drowning
These drips and drops
Yet you’re so damn hot
Steam and smoke
But there remains hope

How bad I am
Hoping you’ll land
In my bed
What I see in my head
Wish it were true
Becoming you
You’re mine
Just a lot less divine

How glad I am
If I even had a plan
Fate it seems
To become what I need
Which is…
In true love’s first kiss
Close my eyes
Will I be denied?

How mad I am
Still don’t understand
Neither do I
Because with these eyes
Suddenly I see
The truth of you and me
My head in the sand
How blind I am

[Willie]

TMNT… I heard Splinter say once that all fathers love their sons, but I’m thirty-one and I still live in constant fear of mine. Execute… Son; I look at my childhood compared to my sister’s and realize I was the prototype to her great future, hmm…

~ Execute Son~

An experiment
A figment
Of someone’s imagination
This demonstration
Something called life
Might just not be right
So goodnight
As we go on
Someone should warn
All of us
That we come from the dust
We play God
But we are not
Cover pulled up top

Do we not seek the answer?
The cure for Cancer
Immortality
Life is a disease
Killing us all
For we must fall
Will I ever be that tall?

Planet full of apes
And I wait
Child and parent
To see what is gravely apparent
I’m the prototype
Wasted megabytes
Should I sleep or die

I’ve got a theory
He didn’t want me
Is that the conclusion?
What is the solution?
Before the sun
Program run
Execute… Son

[Willie]

Honestly I don’t know where I was going with this, but if I’m looking for someone to blame I would say, walking my dog, The Truman Show, and lastly Rick and Bubba. The Tubes… not against TV or the Internet, I love porn, but politics, blah.

The Tubes

Whole world… down the tubes
Isn’t that the news?

And in which direction
Is humanity’s reflection
World upside down
Around and around
We’re all used up
Or it’s just not enough

It’s like a ride
We slip and we slide
Down the “poll” we go
As if we don’t know
Maybe we suck
Don’t know what

So
Gaze at the glow
Of out TV screens
Instead of dream
Someone has to lose
Do we pretend we choose?

What’s on the other side?
Who’s right?
Perhaps the left
It’s all death
Destruction
Why are we so trusting?

Only to do it again
Without end
But it will
Seems humanity’s skill
To bring about extinction
For others distinction

Yet I snooze
Wake to the blues
Could it be so wrong?
Seeing what else is on

[Willie]

The clear path… I have long since lost it as Dante had; dare I compare myself to him when honestly I know I’m going to Hell. Dante’s Light… I suppose things are getting hot here and as always I see no escape or Cure from such

~Dante's Light~

Familiarity
How dare it be scary
What once was home
Becoming unknown

Conformity
Don’t you know me?
I am not one of you
And you thought you knew
How
Right now
It’s just so loud

My Tranquility
The simple ability
To hide
Will I survive?
When secrets
A personal Jesus
Takes my Beatrice

Universal good
Knew it would
Come
End of my fun
Like you left
Catch my breath
But I’m not dead yet

You shout praises
Your God saves us
By that meaning the few
His aim is true
Such is my upset
Praying to reconnect
What I’ve wrecked

If I’m to blame
Think I’m going insane
Over something so inane
That golden glow
Didn’t I know?
Fire down below
Personal Devil
Prepares to revel
Was I really such a rebel?

Wanting to be free
Less ordinary
Inferno for me

[Willie]

This morning I was thinking about the movie Gattaca and how my… anyway I was never good enough and the same goes for love. The Name Is The Word… sad that I have to hide my name, my heart, and even the real me because some words can’t be spoken, fate.

~The Name Is The Word~

What’s in a name?
Juliet speaks… I refrain

For my name is a lie
How I wish to be the other guy
Her Romeo
Oh don’t you know
Suppose too well
In the stories you tell

Of who I was or hope to be
They wish you see
Perhaps… I was the one
Fortunate son
With unfortunate lineage
Here he is

And so my name is taken
I’m mistaken
As though I’m unworthy
To even be me
Or hers
This sick sad world

Yet I wish to become
Before the setting sun
Someone remembered
But my temper
Burns what was borrowed
I have burned my tomorrows

Like the songs goes
So they won’t know
The truth
Neither will you
My Juliet
You seek to know me yet…

We hide
Knowing we’ll die
If everyone knows
That which they call a rose
Is only just a word
Sometime blessing or curse
Fame, Infamy, Shame
No you don’t know my name

[Willie]

I know I can’t wait to see my name in lights… it’s no secret I want to be famous but this is something so much more. Cast Cosmically… I am looking for my place in the universe, my place in this world, or to be in the arms of a pretty girl.

~ Cast Cosmically~

Starry-Eyed Surprise
They want and need to hide
And we ask from…
A million reach up and yet no one
That one being me
Can be
Yet I see

The Moon consumed
Am I doomed?
As we all someday will die
I bet they’ll eat pie
Could I get any sadder?
Madder
Wish I was the Mad-Hatter

Head full of Space
Isn’t it a waste?
To see such light in the darkness
Call myself an artist
Writing such spells
I’m compelled
Oh well

Here comes the Sun
Some son
Not yours
How I wished to soar
But didn’t Icarus
He did insist
What do we learn from this?

Such is the Universe
Does it come Pre-rehearsed
Should I just lay?
Drifting along the Milky-Way
Rocket-Man
I think I can
Still I don’t understand

This whole wide World
Beautiful girl
Or if God has heard
That humanity
Isn’t cast cosmically

[Willie]

I wonder am I making it… see Cyrano figured Roxanne could never love him so I ask the question did he even love himself? Cyrano’s Mistake… of course he was a better man than me; I talk so much of love but while I’m loving her or you, there’s still me

~Cyrano’s Mistake~

I apologize
Maybe I’m just not done growing
And I’m sick of never knowing
As I rationalize
Or even try to deny
It’s morning
Of guessing and moaning
Why I should even try

To love
If I’m even awake
Someday to make
Have I even begun?
For you I ache
I’m not my own favorite mistake

[Willie]

Isn’t that the problem, I’m always being told and what you and they say is anything and everything but what is true. Well If You Told Me… and for once I wasn’t forced to listen, didn’t choose to listen, what would become of you, me, and everyone

~Well If You Told Me~

Well if you told me
Nothing wrong with my hearing
Isn’t that it?
How can I forget?
Screaming how I work
I’d call you a jerk
There are just so many names
Every day is exactly the same
Don’t know how I got hired
And then to be fired
Why don’t you scream some more?
Is that all I’m good for

Being told how to live
Not a suggestion to give
Mandate, a court order
To exist… sort of
As what
I am either too much or not enough
I’m not divisible
Wish I was invisible

Telling me to go out and play
No not today
Or even tomorrow
Not in my sorrow
Imaginary friends
Should I even pretend?
Kids… no more
Outside my door

A scary place to love
Untouched
Whispers and lies
Are you mine?
Say the words
For want of another world
Wanting to know what love is
Never been kissed

So how will I know?
Tell me so
But when you told me you were drowning
All I heard was nothing