For the crown and glory

Heavy is the head that wears the crown 

My neck hurts, into my shoulder blade 

And this reminds me of the old days 

I used to carry water, fetched in buckets load  

Heavy is the head that wears the crown

A' dreams a' frustration are of t' same clan

W' ambitions a' strive a' mountains we climb

To lose a night of sleep, for t' cause, for t' cause 

Heavy is the head that wears the crown

A' the man that made it to the summit, tops 

Holds more value in t' story he tells 
Of hardship gained on struggling roads 

A' few words he spends gloating on his success 


Heavy is the head that wears the crown 
That wears the crown, that wears the crown 
For t' path he walked and sacrifices he made 
That wears the crown, heavy is the head that wears the crown 

In Between Lives

I will have to call out, the pigeons 
And ask if they would be prepared 
To carry out my wish 


Send a message, from the trenches 
To my love ones 
Tell them I am in-between lives 


Making a transformation  
From what once was  
To what is to be 


This stage reached has been long 
Like an overdue pregnancy 
And I wait impatient for deliverance 


Though I know sometimes on wise thoughts 
I sneeze on rush, results of which 
Scatters my gold dust, among sea sands  


I try to harness the virtue  of patience  
Learning to thread the needle's eye 
I am made of more, much more I know it 


Much more than what I hold  
Loose change so precious 
I fear even losing those sometimes 


Am I to believe the oracle? 
Who looked into my arms and for told   
She giggled like small prints before authoring words 


If so, and I am to take one, in short cuts 
From her  in gifts she offers  
Then another I would be forced to take 


For in her baskets, in prices to pay 
She has within hidden rotten apples 
Just behind the ripest of them all 


So no, I choose to make it on my own 
I only ask if you will be prepared 
To carry out my wish, oh friend of feathers  


Send a message to love ones 
To tell them I am in-between lives 
Closer to deliverance 

I Want More Cheese

I want more, much more  

If I go for less, I am less of 

Still needing, much more 

To fill, fulfil my half full cup 


I want more, much more  

More to be said, to be done 

Much more to be gained, on cheese 
So I sweat for the harvest, escaping traps; I want more 

I want a hip more of stardust 

Not, nope a pinch less of stardust  

Much more diamonds, gold-dust 

Much more riches, to make t' king envious  


Sparkle in star lights, my ownership set 

Bright up the stars right where 
I look to go past, beyond in cheese hunt 

And claim my own, on what t' eyes sees 

Like Pavarotti's need, rest his soul, for more 

Pasta, pasty, pastry , cookies..

Cakes, muffins, just much more Muffins..
Before the opera for curtains close 

I am not greedy, like a greedy person..

So I wouldn't begrudger others in steps..

In stepping stones, steps made of them..

To fulfil their dreams, climbing ladder 


I did rather give a helping hand..

To the deserved of them 
Be nice to them..

Appreciate, what effort they invest  

But in fulfilments of, self fulfilment...

I need to do more, 
Want more, much more..
On my own accord, in dreams 

To cross bars of milestones 
Set in pavements laid..

Of ambitions, set 
I just want more 


Much more, way more 
Set on aspirations gained..

To walk these paths 
Of achievements made..

I want more, much more,..

If I go for less, I am less of..

So I want more,  way much more..
Than a greedy person