They Always Fight 2017

They always fight,

Sometimes deep in the night,

Other times at drawn,

In the mornings,

And Afternoons,

Mom  kicking,

While Dad like a drum beating,

And that’s only when it gets physical,

Many times they fight with words,

Not the good kind,

Mom calls him a dog,

And Dad calls her a bitch

For the life of me I can’t get it,

Two people who once loved,

Now hate,

Two people who shared,

Now do not care,

They have thrown it all away

And with it bits and pieces of me,

As I tremble with fright,

Every time they fight

I feel the pain,

Every time they strain,

But still, they always fight

 

They fight,

Sometimes even before strangers,

We are a laughing stock,

 A misfit I am

Because Mom and Dad

Who can’t seem to agree on anything,

Even the colour of the sky,

Yet,

They once loved,

Saw delight in each other

Shared vows

Today, they neither share,

Or dare to share

They have thrown it all away,

For punches, kicks,

And shouting and tears,

Taking away my smile

And happiness

 

I have to go to court,

Dangled like a pendulum,

For a choice

Either to go with Dad and his new wife

Or stay with Mom and

Earn her millions,

And so again they fight,

Painting a dark picture of each other

Tearing down the good we had

Without a care in the world,

Of the cross I have to carry,

Of the tears I never asked for,

Just because they always fight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE TOWN BEGGAR

  1. He dwells on the streets,

Not strong enough to stand on his feet,

Hostility is all he meets,

For he’s the town beggar

 

  1. Kids run away from him,

The men look at him so keen,

The women snare at him so green,

He is the town beggar.

 

  1. He’s a friend to the cold,

Lonely and very old,

A man, whose story has been told,

For he’s a town beggar.

 

  1. He doesn’t know how to pray,

And remains mute with nothing to say,

He looks up for the little ray,

For he is a town beggar.

 

  1. Today he got some coin,

His friends have to join,

The money won’t be enough for the groin,

He is the town beggar.

  1. He knows someday he will go to the dust,

That does at least quench his thirst,

His painful belly hugging about to burst,

For he’s a town beggar

 

  1. His eyes consume in fire,

Many call him a lazy liar,

He does sleep in a tire,

For he is a town beggar.

 

  1. His food comes from the tins,

Or from the hotel bins,

This would make his head spin

He is the town beggar.

OPEN MY EYES

Open my eyes lord,

To swim with my fins like a toad,

Open my eyes,

In you there are no lies,

Open my eyes lord,

I’d love to see your creations beauty,

As thy hand is never faulty,

I’d love to see your blessings rain

As your glory too reign,

Open my mind,

And let thy word in me bind,

The sea land and mountain all in thy hand,

Open my heart,

With thy love guide every beat,

Give me the desire lord my best to give,

And faith in you word in you to believe.