Circles And Triangles [Song]

Circles and triangles

You have your place

In science and geometry

You have your space

Circles and triangles

You arnt mere lines

In thought and on paper

You are more then designs

Circles and triangles

You are absolutes in yourself

In all other shapes

Jealousy you delve

Circles and triangles

You are pure and wise

Your movement, your trinity

Are a cure and surprise

Circles and triangles

You of ages are a mystery

Of cats and their whiskers

You of dreams are a tree

Circles and triangles

I am glad I found you

My pagan blue imagination

Was incomplete without you

Circles and triangles

Of you I am sure

You are the soft lamentation

You are the melodious lore

Circles and triangles

You have your place

In science and geometry

You have your space.

The Scheming Eyes Of Jack

Poor Jack, his eyes were cruel

They would pop when saw a duel

They would talk with words cruel

To themselves and to Jack

The left was grey, and the right green

Without them he couldn’t have seen

All the useless times been

All the politics of liquid crack

When they saw the fat, suited

The left would smile, the right hooted

As the fat with lies mooted

While Jack just sat and drank

When his thoughts with grapes mixed

They would sow their seeds, fixed

Upon the fat their words affixed

While intoxication did Jack grab

The fat would quote from books old

From his notes that he’d unfold

Every time he spoke, he sold

Another idea that Jack drank

But the eyes were smarter still

They saw the words of lying Bill

Their only wish, with a knife to kill

To stab the fat in the heart

No last revolution did they see

Coming out of the vocal spree

Just a decadent political decree

That they didn’t want Jack to buy

So they plotted a scarlet murder

When Jack would be all asunder

As whiskey make him smile and stutter

They would play their wretched trick

With a thought they would send

Make the staggering drunk pretend

As in reverence Jack extend

His hand to greet fat Bill

So it came that Jack did stand

Drunk and swaying as a man

Smiling as a stupid fan

Beside the wooden podium

Jack didn’t know what he did

But he felt that he was hit

And while falling his tongue bit

With blood spurting from his mouth

They chained him and took him out

Made him stand in front of Sprout

Who smiled as he his gun pulled out

And shot Jack in the head

The grey eye closed before the green

Because nothing alas! Come between

The eye’s sparkling murderous glean

Not even whiskey did the trick

And so Jack on the street buried

As the revolution in rage scurried

As later children in books studied

Theories on assassination attempts.

Pirate Hours [SONG]

At the hour of the dawn

When the sailors have gone

And the ship is standing

To be taken

And the cold singing breeze

Sings its changes to the seas

And the song will never

Be forsaken

But the change that has come

Will never stay here at home

And the sailors will leave

In the morning

And the girls will just cry

When the songs have passed them by

And the breeze’ll cease to try

To be pleasing

And the curvy horns of time

Will surely always deny

That there were branches to

The girls’ soft feelings

And the trees will just swing

Every morning again

Waiting for the change

To be coming

But the old men will rot

And young be forgot

And nothing will change

In the end

The same hour shall strike

Everyday every night

And nature’ll be whimpering

And moaning

Calling to proceed

To pay some more heed

To the pain of the innocent

That’re falling

The swift sea has changed

And the feeling disarranged

And songs no more mean

The same meanings

Like a hound that moves

As it looks at the moon

And the moon pretty

Just keeps smiling

And the hound then howls

Its deep lamenting growls

To night and its forgotten

Promises

And at the side of the dawn

When the pirates are alone

With their smiles and their scars

And their singing

And their cheer shall be heard

To the wind and the birds

And the air in celebration

Cheering

For nothing is lost

When happiness the cost

And happiness the prize

In winning.

The girls will dance again

To the tune of the rain

And their dresses shall flow

Like silver

With soft shining eyes

And their innocent surprise

And their bodies moving

And swaying

Like gods they shall rush

Away from the hush

And remember the dawn

With laughter

Once that the hound

And the pirates have calmed

And the girls have ceased

Their chatter

And tired they shall sleep

On their beds in a heap

Free from all thoughts

Of slumber

And the wind and the dawn

Shall pass on and on

And wait again for the

Cheering

When the pirates shall return

And surprise everyone

With their smiles and their scars

And their singing

[That’s it!]

Nature Changes: Not Man

Curtains rise.

There are three spot-lights, red-blue-green, merging only in the centre where a table is kept. Under the red light is kept a rocking chair, under the blue an old Victorian chair, and under the green a comfortable leather sofa. The blue chair is empty. But on the chair under the red light sits an old man, well dressed, straight. He is sure to be sitting there. On the chair under the green light sits the same man, not his twin, the same man, only that this one is a lot younger in years. Possibly a difference of 50 years, we could for the sake of argument say, 20 and 70, are their ages. The younger man is wearing the same clothes, only he is not so sure of being sitting there.

They seem to have been in a conversation since before the curtain rose, and hence they are just staring at each other, as if something serious was being argued for some time now.

There is no sound on the stage. No music. A hushed silence. Wide silent stares.

Young: So are you trying to tell me that at this point what I am trying to do, trying to wish is to become you? That, since it is not in my mind for sure, so in my sub-consciousness, the one lurking beneath all of this, I am hoping and dying to be you? Is that what you are trying to tell me?

Old: Yes, that is precisely what I am telling you; in turn myself, if I am not mistaken. That may be you are not aware of what you are going to become, but you are going to become me.

Young: (Getting a little agitated) But you are a monster! That is what you are. A ruthless, cruel monster. You are not even an animal.

Old: (Calm and composed) And you are naïve. You are everything that I was, and why wont you be? You are me. Only that we both exist at the same time.

Young: Oh NO! NO! You are the past. And I am the future.

Old: The past ‘IS’ the future.

Young: I have learnt from your mistakes, and from history. I won’t make the same mistakes twice. I am a human being and I learn.

Old: Yes, you have leant and you will learn. You will learn from my mistakes, in turn your own, and then go ahead and invent new ones. You will not make the mistakes I made in my day. Not them. You will call them cruel. You will say you are evolved, far more evolved then I was at your age or I am now, and which also means that you were. But you will then go ahead and invent a more grotesque and cruel mistake, and call it justice, until your time comes and you sit on my chair and I in your again. And then you will tell me the same thing that I am telling you.

Young: No I wont! I will not invent anything cruel! I will strive for peace. I will fight for it.

Old: (Cutting him short) Yes, you will find a new way to fight. Two thousand years ago you crucified your enemies, people you were insecure of! A thousand years later you burnt them as witch doctors. Five hundred years ago you pulled apart their limbs and called it Justice. Then you learned to shoot them in front of firing squads!

Young: You did that! Not me!

Old: I AM you! Now you will device new ways, call it new wars, give it new reasons. But just because you will device new ways to kill people will not mean that you have found ways to subject people to Justice: your Justice. Nature changes: not man. You and I are destined to do this forever. Never shall you hesitate to do something absolutely abominable in the name of justice. Never shall you hesitate even once. You are born to be wrong.

Young: No old man! You are wrong. We have evolved from your time.

The lights begin to fade. And gradually there is complete darkness. Only the two voices can be heard. And it is then that we realize that even the sounds of the voices are the same. That you can not figure out which one is which, except from who says what.

Old: Evolved? Sure you have evolved. Now you give them injections, because you don’t want to hire a person to clean the blood on the floor, to clean the brain on the street. You have evolved alright. But you are even further from being human. There is no road that you shall tread that shall make you a human. No matter what you do, you shall always walk further from it. You and I are the same. Nature changes: not man.

Young: Is there any point in arguing with you? You are just a stubborn old man, who thinks he knows everything.

Old: And you are just a stubborn young fool who thing he knows everything.

What’s the difference? You are me, and I am you! And we are both wrong. Nature changes: not man.

Curtains Fall.

For The Last Trick In The Book

Give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

I don’t want your blood

Not even your round tears

Just keep away your smiles

And beneath hidden their fears

There is nothing you have done

That you apparently can

I sometimes wonder what you are

For it’s surely not a man

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

Magic the unseen doorway

To the truth behind the lie

Your life’s about to crumble

And you about to cry

Let me put a soft spell

Upon your sleeping eyes

And preserve all your feelings

Before this night dies

Just give me back my soul

For the last quest in the book

After which I’ll be tired

And will hang it on the hook

What became of you Gulliver?

In your scarlet state of mind

To satisfy you pleasure

The poor torturously must die

All your travels have failed you

With all the world that you have seen

You haven’t changed one bit

From the monster you have been

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

The high chaired men are fantasizing

Gold studded angels on their chest

After all their bullets have pierced

All those misguided young breasts

The judge with his arrogance

Does seem to be unsure

He keeps wondering always

Is he a man or a whore?

Give me back my soul

To play the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll gladly hang it on the hook

I thought we wouldn’t crumble

Forever be at peace

But man over man does stumble

Like shadow over shadow in deep trees

The hour of knowledge shall not return

Never shall magic sway my heart

The promises of forever have burnt

Another animal must make man’s start

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

I don’t want your money

And I don’t want your change

Just give me all your troubles

Before you go insane

Once stop on your footsteps

And look back on the footprints

Is that the path you wished for?

To misery when it hints

Give me back my soul

To play the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

I see the wind still blowing

In the direction whistling before

Our hearts shall never change

Or change the tune of the lore

Will decisions mark our graves?

Or graves decide our fate?

Let magic play its tricks

And love conquer hate

Just give me back my soul once

I’ll play the last trick in the book

And once that I’m satisfied

I’ll never turn and look

Reason escapes my senses

As reasons cry in blood

Must man forever kill man?

Or love instead he should?

Where is the book of knowledge?

Where is the hidden tree?

I don’t want all the answers

Just want answers to find me

So just give me back my soul

For its magic plays the trick

And once after it has played

It shall stand like a stick

Wish your palms weren’t slippery

Your heart would stick too

Though between the sea and devil

You’ll take your pick too

There is just one life

And none shall ever return

Here lies all our laughter

And after, just silence stern

So make all your choices

And be sure of what you choose

For the misery might just kill you

If not your heart left loose

Give me back my soul

I want it one last time

And then you can keep it

Until you get tired

Nothing has changed since man

It’s still the same old joke

As boring as it could ever be

The first trick in the book

No whiskey helps any more

No beer can play the trick

Nothing can replace the feeling

When eyes have changed to bricks

I beg you give my soul back

And I’ll show you a surprise

There is in it nothing

Except your hushed round eyes

Just give me back my soul once

And I’ll kiss you with my tricks

And whisper the magic answer

Into your swollen lips

Just give me back my soul

And I’ll teach you the last trick

For once I’m gone forever

You’ll need it with your stick

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

And once I’m done with it

I’ll surely hang it on the hook.