Dun of the Staple

Thirty-three miles north of London,

There arose the market town of Dunstaple.

Where driving through on a horse and cart,

Could get you a dagger through the heart.

For destitute of every humane principle there was one,

Who went by the name of Thomas Dun.

For years along the great North Road,

He terrorised travellers as they rode.

Robbing and killing with his dagger by his side,

Until finally under the executioners axe he died.

So arose the town of Dunstable,

A name that is derived from a tale that is tall.

Rainy Day Blues

What is it about the rain that dampens my mood?

And makes me long for the things that I never had.

When I'm cold and wet,

And fighting back the tears of the memories I never had.

The water soaks me until I feel as though I'm drowning,

Reaching out in desperation for those times together that we never had.

Standing alone in the cold and damp,

I can't help but think of the things I would have said to you if that chance I'd had.

Is this Gods' way of telling me,

That I should never have wasted all of those opportunities I had.

And will it be raining when I meet you in heaven?

Rebel Without A Clue

I want to be James Dean,
And grab life by the balls,
To know just who I want to be,
And not let anything stand in my way.
I want to take everything I've ever seen,
And hide it all behind concrete walls,
Casting shadows that will hide me,
When night turns into day.

I want to be James Dean,
And live life to the full,
To try everything that I can,
Before my journey ends.
Forget the things I could have been,
Then won't matter when I fall,
Exhausted from the times I ran,
Trying to escape from those I used to call friends.

I want to be James Dean,
And tear up the town,
Wander the streets under the glare of the moon,
And brace myself as the cold wind blows.
I often wonder what my dreams may mean,
When I feel as though I'm falling down,
And the morning comes too soon,
Without the highs to balance out the lows.

I want to be James Dean,
And live life without a care,
Grab everything that comes my way,
And leave behind a soul they'll never forget.

Defeated.

What do you do when you know that something is wrong?

Do you run from it?

Or turn and face the demons inside.

Close your eyes and sing a happy song,

As you tumble down into that bottomless pit,

When they said it would all be ok, they lied.

Keep telling yourself that you were fine all along,

It won't matter one little bit,

When that last ounce of hope has finally died.