Friday, 29 May 2009

Hatred

I never knew that I could hate
someone like this, so passionate
Is the anger I feel inside
Deep rooted, sullen, vast and wide

I've tried to fight ungodly thoughts
Drawn from the deepness of my guts
A pool of black blood thick with rage
The cold-heartedness can't be guaged

I look at you and I see death
No tombstone, not even a wreath
But a corpse cursed, stiffened and cold
Filled with demons of sorts untold

From built up, pent up anger's stead
Is the pure contrived hatred breed
That's grown and set it's roots in me
Engulf into the darkness, thee

Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)

Wednesday, 20 May 2009

Lost Seeds

I was afraid to grow so fast so soon, I was filled with fear
I was afraid to be a father, too afraid to be there
I know my words are meaningless now, too late to turn back time
And until my due dying days in guilt I'll live with this crime

My three lost seeds, my three angels, please tell me what have I done?
The chance to give you three the chance to live on earth has now gone
For you, to watch you grow and see your faces, breathe in the air
The atmosphere of this evil world, be a father who cares

To take the lives of three beings that haven't entered this world
To make a decision so selfish, deep inside anger boiled
For me, myself and I alone for what I've done with my pearls
And till this day I face depression 'cause my head's in a twirl

Into an ocean of confusion I subconsciously wade
I know you probably won't forgive me for the choices I made
But know that I would give my all to change the words that I said
The painful words uttered to her, alone she lay on the bed

The tears your mother shed were like acid that burned through my skin
I tried to show no emotions, her eyes showed I'm torturing
Her deep inside because she never wanted to give you up
And I know as I threatened to leave she was hoping I'd stop

Your mother acted on my choice of words, I take all the blame
And for the decision we made I hang my head here in shame
I'm sorry for the pain I have caused you all, my unborn kids
I'm sorry that I made your mother lose our angels, our seeds


Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)

Monday, 18 May 2009

Imagination

She understands that sometimes I just want to be all alone
She leaves me free here in my space just so I can freely zone
Out to another place in time where all our worries are gone
Sit on the shores at the sunset until the waves bring along

Rhythms that are all in harmony with the sounds of the crash
Of the waters as they break on the rocks making them splash
On my feet in the sands and I look out to the orange sun
Into the red horizon watching it set, now it is done

Her arms around my shoulders, skin to skin, she utters no words
Her warmth surrounding me and keeping me safe from the cold world
Two souls sit in silence, as we both heal from all our past hurts
The moment so timeless, we're entwined as we're both deep in thought

I wish that I could grow a pair of wings, protect her from all
Her fears, her past dark memories and those who want her downfall
She prescence sheds light into my heart, the dark imprisoning walls
And casts out demons in my soul, freeing me as out they crawl

I said I'd never fall in love again, now I'm breaking rules
Because I'm feeling drawn towards her gravitational pull
No matter how far I try to run she is still always there
And when I close my eyes shut her essence is still in the air

So now the stars are out sparkling in the clear blue cloudless sky
As clear as how my heart feels now knowing that my side she's by
She takes her soft fragile hand and gently places it in mine
Rests her head on my shoulder, and tells me that we will be fine

Her words turn into bright dust that disappears into the air
And echos softly into the night that now seems so unclear
I start to realise that this love that's so deep isn't real
That I'm really on my own daydreaming of what it would feel

Like to be with someone who'd be so caring, love so sincere
Untainted by the world and free from all it's ungodly snares
Someone to be forever with, in truth, in life and death too
In a world beyond the imaginations of what dreams do

Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)