robbie van

The power game

To catch a spark out in the dark
where a soul can find a fire
don’t look too long you’ll be swept away
it’s not love only desire
the naked people play there
the shadows mood is strong
passion has it’s sway there
what feels so right can look so wrong

Welcome to the dungeon
the price of pleasure’s pain
only for the savage
be warned now turn away
the naked prowling panther
and the hiss of the master’s cane
where pleasure is a passion
and sex is a power game

it’s a twist of the wrist
a grip in the know
there’s no going back
and how can you go
when you’re chained to the wall
or down on all fours
the moan from you’re gag
keeps you begging for more

The power game …..pg 2/2

the cocaine powdered office drone
that feasts from the blood and bone
becomes the crystal prowling princess
that feasts from the zippered throne
so hold on tight
we’re in for a ride
the hunter has the scent
and it’s bondage for the bride
don’t step too far
you’ll lose control
strip another layer no
one asks the toll

to catch a spark out in the dark
where a soul can find a fire
don’t look too long
you’ll be swept away
it’s not love only desire

The mental farm

I have a velvet glove and a rubber brain
’tis the gift of time aboard a bullet train
when all my true intentions is all a mental farm
then all the crops I harvest have my taste and charm

come the reaper’s scythe , it’s the final blow
Ah, my mental crop , at last it’s ready for the show
it’s a true tall tale of romance , one dares to self aspire
just one taste or look my friends , I’m sure will take you higher

So I’m writing from my witdom , exploding from my soul
so full of expectations , no words could then extol
but in the final process when it hit’s me like a train
welcome to my world on aboard my rubber brain

Oh those twisting dictations , that fly on the wind
no nasty distractions they can not get in
as it’s suddenly funny , to laugh to oneself
when some one yells out , hey is this good for my health

I have a velvet glove and a rubber brain
’tis a test of time ,aboard my bullet train
when all my true intentions , is all a mental farm
then all the crops I harvest , have my taste and charm

I may not be smooth like Crosby but I do have my own smooth sound
I may not dance like Elvis , but still I get around
but I have this special brain ,that give me a kinky twist
so I’m a rubber brain a bumpin’, and a happy little dish

I have a velvet glove , and a rubber brain
’tis a test of time , aboard the bullet train
when my true intentions is all a mental farm
then all the crops I harvest , have my taste and charm

The last bullet train

A breath away from heaven
the countdown has begun
seek asylum in limbo
till the music has been sung
I hear those trumpets blowing
an echo in my ears
a sudden calm has filled my soul
and settles all my fear

I’ve seen the rise of the morning sun
enough gold to fill the earth
the arms of men are too oft at war
but love will show our worth
so don’t tell the devil I’ve gone now
I’m leaving on the last bullet train
I won’t take a bag when I leave from this place
for I’ll not come this way again

lost friends they are waiting
it seems a parade
my cares are tossed to the wind
a light that surrounds me
fills me with warmth
can’t wait for my old life to end
then the rattle of the war guns
awaken to fear
explosions that deafen and maim
the enemy’s us
when we fight on their lands
and peace so hard to attain

the medic keeps yelling
he’s calling my name
but I’ve boarded the last bullet train
my tickets been stamped we’re pulling away
and I’ll not come this way again………..to top,nd at sung

The Karmic scales of justice

Calling all angels, to the shadow world war
light up the darkness, our backs against the wall
its time for confession, measure out the toll
the karmic scales of justice are keepers of the soul

electric buzz and ozone sparks
shatter-head pod-boy skater-parks
the splish and splatter, colours in a can
all the pretty boys go runnin from the man

the bottle does a ting, a huff from the bag
a puff in the alleyway suits the old hag
the corner boys are hustling working out a deal
business is rip-off and always cops a feel

up pop the billy boys, bang through the club
payoff time from managers which one here’s the thug
the pot-bellied mayor, the old boys gang
innocence the victim for someone must hang

politicians, crack whores, party in the night
too rich, no jail, naked in the light
the pull from the puppeteer, we do the poor man’s jig
the learned counsel does a line, the judge enjoys a swig

sizzle in a copper pan, bacon in a pen
misery in money meat, supports the futures men
slaughtered, butchered,bled and bound, our death is now on sale
the legacy of barbary truly has no scale

The Karmic scales of justice………2/2

the pitter, the patter, the gutter full of rain
the fluffing of the pillow, the sweet release from pain
the strident bells, the urgent calls, the squeak of nurses heels
it’s the end of the line, the end of time, and the devil’s in the deals

angels not innocence protects the wayward child
debts and sins and faults not theirs, angered hurt and wild
the burdens of a battered youth, indentured at its birth
slaved to its meagre existence , the needle knows its worth

dungeons and dragons, the hell-house of man
frakken me oily and fill me with spam
through me in prison slopped from a pail
drink from a cess-pool for the world is for sale

calling all angels, to the shadow world war
light up the darkness, our backs against the wall
time for confession, measure out the toll
the karmic scales of justice, are keepers of our soul

The Dragon

We’ve seen the dragon , beneath your skin
the fire crackles , the smoke held in
screaming , raging , out of control
it strangles your mind , destroying your soul

Where did you go to my daughter
why did you leave us this young
how could the pain be so bad dear
that you hid it with something this strong
It’s claws keep pulling you backwards
it’s poisons holding you down
as we wait in the dark it surrounds you
will the light in your soul turn a round

you hate us you love us
you yell and abuse us
you tremble you scream and despise
with confusion and the lying
we finally stopped trying
and hoped the scales
would fall from your eyes

Where did you go to our daughter
why did you leave us this young
how could the pain be so bad dear
that you hid it with some thing this strong
it’s claws keep pulling you backwards
it’s poison holding you down
as we wait in the dark it surrounds you
will the light in your soul turn around

We’ve seen the dragon beneath your skin
the fire crackles and burns within
screaming raging out of control
it strangles your mind destroying your soul

The Circus

What will you do when the circus comes to town
you know you want to be there won’t you stick around
it’s always such a big cost but your life’s already poor
so will you pay the entry fee and walk in through that door

once inside the big top , what is that you see
parading out the characters, of a circus family
A clown will take the centre stage where she no longer hides
A funny looking woman on her bicycle ride

then look over there, not that much higher
balancing on air , supported by a wire
shot from a cannon, she flies to centre stage
and there by the door, sits a lion in a cage

then way way up up , on a dream and a prayer
hope catching wishes , flies through the air
messages given , takes all your breath
so it opens your eyes, for there’s all kinds of death

so ,who will you be , when that circus comes to town
will you be the ring master or will you be the clown
brightly sparkled accolades that are raining down on you
a sprinkle of that stardust and all your dreams come true