#Blogger Tramp By Day - #Loners #Alleyways

Will you remember me at all? There’s a silver flair of hope in your brilliant, eyes n’ dreaming smile When the moon is on the rise And you capture me right there When time seems like it’s stopped, how so, we are delighted to not care While I’m intrigued, captivated and compelled to carry you ‘cross burning deserts, lava-fire seas, rubble from collapsing massive towers, at the center of our sacred cities, all that stands to stop us; tear our wills with hate and lies through minefields of hatred n’ intolerance and crashing jets from terrorism’s kidnapped skies, and quarrelling religious schismatic schizoids, n’war-stricken sects, n’ love forbidden poor lost fools who would rather die to kill than live to compromise at best so many of those sad, sensational, terrifying tabloid line ups for addictions’ news Amidst all that’s mad, toxic, n’ sickening Even shipwrecked on an island, I must hold you, anywhere And all the spirits in the night Lead us to a secret place Where there’s release within the wind And we’ll slowly start to cry We’ll make love on our calm bay While the worlds’ so far away We have found ourselves, at last, in harmlessness embrace There’s a pain from letting go An ache in holding on Where memories gently flow The good still carry us along The heroes take the unknown paths, Many horrifying tasks When clouds of darkness fall Love is built; twin tower tall If I’ve forgotten who I was Or not sure what I’ve become There’s forgiveness, hope and love There’s shooting star-dreams, and tomorrow There’s a reflection beaming off the lighthouse, from the new days’ rising sun Where I hold you, far away, and also here, this way Where we both feel free and safe Do we keep our love away from them all? (The fighters, leaders, the fear lords n’ cowards n’ all around suffering, sad shufflers n’ losers of far too much of it all) Or do we fight the fighters to teach and share so much more of it all? Not a loner by choice All we need is a chance All we want is some love All we need is some air To breathe on our own All we have is ourselves n’ the fix And all we’ve got is the cold n’ survival skills Out here on the streets We’ve got to just get on It’s not food that we need Nor a hostile, to take refuge, nor food It’s an angry, awful maze We’re clawin’ the walls of while we steal n’ run ‘round in scracthin’ up our veins As we steal to survive Take a deep hoot on our pipe Keepin’ ourselves wide awake, still alive Numbed in the darkness, let our fix come in One day at a time’s not a’ phrase we live by This world is so cruel Can I get few bucks n’ some clean socks outta’ you! Some hydrogen peroxide’ll clean the dirty scabs outta’ my arm, N’ wash the sting from my skin Let me get a hoot in Not a loner by choice Not a stat on your streets Not a loser with no voice Not an addict in need Where is the land of opportunity? Aye yeah. I’m almost gone. I can’t go on without some hope that something good happen to me. All we need is some life, To happen to us for a while When you’re makin’ other plans Like John Lennon sang To his beautiful boy Not a loner, by choice Not a loser with no voice Not a loner Not a loner