Marvellous Words

Walking the beach on sun kissed sand
My words followed hers, no intent to be grand

Then marvelling at the things Id said
She'd say I was different, set ahead

I think now that I should have known
That I would end up all alone

If working bulls, are un-evenly yoked
The strong one pulls, and the weak is choked

It's ended then, as it should
As words before me said it would

Remembering times laying in bed
She'd marvel at the things I said

The Savage in the Woods

I am the savage in the woods
The one who sands agains the grain
Your disagreeing brother
And the one who can't be tamed

I speak not out of ignorance
Of your culture or your ways
Nor out of fear and loathing
For your high and mighty days

You sit amongst your peers because
In numbers there is might
Pontificating ways to say
Your lust is moral right

If freedom you adhere to
As you scream to do at others
why is no one hated more
Then your disagreeing brothers