CAMELOT FANTASIES

The love lights that were shining
on me from up above,
Are now dim, flickering candles
without your sweet love.

No one in this world
could ever take your place.
What I would't give
just to see your smiling face!

Those fingertips that know.
just what places to touch.
Oh, my darling,
I miss that lovin' sooo much!

Your soft lucious lips,
my bare body you'd savor,
Like a lolly pop
in your favorite flavor

After we reached the peak
in our lovin',
We'd lie close together,
Still kissing and hugging.

Oh, God, let those love lights
shine again up above.
Don't let those dark clouds
darken our love.

I know we will make it
thru this inclement weather.
Then our two aching hearts
will be together forever.

the infinite pendulum swings between
adumbrations of our flotsam bodies
intimately floating
on a surface flux undulating
above currents turning eternal.
submerge with me
into this gentle turmoil
saturated with ecstasy
before we find ourselves again.

i am the Ghosts in your speakers
drowned in the bedlam
of the young ones
who, in time, consumed us,
as will one day
be consumed by something,
perhaps, much worse.
more pandemonium.

i am the Ghosts in your speakers
dying every day, day to day,
through your workday,
by requests from nowhere special
or by the hands of man,
the only god i can ever know
but only if the frequency
is just right.

i am the Ghosts in your speakers
never chanting the same
when i was the first time
all for you, naked yet free,
before the holes put in my body
by politicians and mothers
feeling true to convictions
to protect you.

i am the Ghosts in your speakers
shaking my head in shame
towards my lost children
radiating from television tabernacles,
for they offer little more than
blasphemy by total request
and stairways to nowhere.
how we lost our way.

i am the Ghosts in your speakers
silently screaming,
“Rock is dying,
and the Blues are dead…”

My mother looked for God at the bottom of a wine glass as empty as her heart,
she shrunk herself down to curl up in the bottom of it
and I haven’t heard her pray since.

My father looked for God at a grave marked for a man that introduced them.
But saw only grass growing over dirt,
saw only unanswered pleas
and he has been six feet further away from being saved since.

My brother looked for God in the highest place he could reach.
He was met with only a long way to fall,
the ground beneath him wasn’t as soft as it had been when he was a child,
and he hasn’t looked up since.

I looked for God in unheard answers and nights of loneliness.
All that I got back were prayers soiled with tears.
I caved in on myself.
And i have learned something since.

The dark cavern between my ribs holds promises
The possibilities of a glass that is empty
is as much as an empty heart has;
to be filled.
The certainty that six feet under isn't where our loved ones lie
The blanket of a God that loves us enough to let us hate Him
The highest place we can reach on earth,
is kneeling before a God that is not hard to find, but is hard to see.
All I had to do, was look inside of myself.

Though now I lay you down to sleep
I won't be sad, I will not weep
If the pain I feel shall never cease
The love we had will bring me peace

I'll count the memories day by day
Until I too shall pass away
Life's a vapour, a momentary mist
A distant echo the wind has kissed

You're the blessing that grew a smile
But now you walk your final mile
And though we pause the life we've known
Be not afraid, you're not alone

Tears were made to reflect the pain
The reflection fades, but not the stain
And though you're in a better place
This road is rough that I must face

You've heard the words by our dear Lord
"Child enter in to your reward"
So look for me, for in only a while
I too will walk my final mile

I walk across the landing
and through the double doors
and aim towards the lift shaft,
that's where I'm going, of course.

It's as if it hears my footsteps
and needs no company
as that old elevator
shoots down to level 3.

Every single morning
as I approach its doors
it disappears pretty quick
down to those lower floors.

I swear it sees me coming
and doesn't like the look
so as I rush to hitch a ride
the damn thing slings its hook.

The doors are on a system,
computerised I read.
But whenever I get near them
they change the bloody speed.

I stand alone here waiting
and it just isn't fair
'cause I am stuck up here
when I want to be down there.

It speeds down to the bottom
and sits on the ground floor
you can here it taunting you
with the movements of the door.

Then after what seems ages
it gradually starts to rise
giving me some hope at last
as I can hear the noise.

Then it makes a pit stop
at another floor
and seems to take forever
to open and close its door.

Each and every level
seems to get a viewing
as if it wants to kill some time,
with my mind it is screwing.

And then it reaches the sixth floor
as if it is my saviour
and finally opens up the doors
as if it's doing a favour.

It seems as if this machine
requires me to stalk
so now I've found the stairwell
and instead I'm going to walk.

Too good