Who the fuck do you think you are?

You deceive, cheat and lie
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You act as if you own the sky

So who the fuck do you think you are?

You scream, shout and cry
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You do and then deny
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You excel at being sly
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You meet your troubles with a sigh
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You are scared least you die
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You think you are big, while you are a small fry
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You mourn blood spilt, when red is your only dye
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You get hated and wonder why
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You say you are ashamed and still you try
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You say the words to justify
So who the fuck do you think you are?
You love self and think morals are high
So who the fuck do you think you are?
…
You are man…
That is who you are

Day Part lll

The Night

The fall of darkness, once again

Has made its show tonight
And captive feelings, mostly pain
Were set to make their plight!
All actors gathered, on the stage
Of gloom and dark despair
The sum of them, fool and sage
They made a lovely pair

The hallow room, which housed it all
Was set with seats of clay
And on a vacant chair, a needy soul
Chose to make his stay!
He came to watch, as watch he must
The show when evening came
And when it ends, and flesh is dust
It still will come the same

The Day Part l

The Morning

Yesterday the morning came;
It came for me and others the same,
Alone I was when it appeared
It seemed as cruel as I had feared.
Yet with others, it has been kind;
It gave where I have been denied
It gave to each and everyone,
It gave, whilst I had none!
Yesterday the morning came;
It came for me and others the same.
It came for me, and now is gone,
It came and gone, and I’m all alone.

Today the morning came;
It came for me and others the same,
I welcomed it with chest sore;
As I welcomed it the day before
I welcomed it and said ‘hello’
In hopes of kindness it might show.
But answer me it did not
And lack of kindness is all I got!
Today the morning came;
It came for me and others the same.
It came for me, and now is gone,
It came and gone… and I’m still alone.

Shallow

Like waves in shallow waters flow
Our paths in life come and go
See the future vague in shape
From the nothingness we escape
Is there not a wise man to head;
A mighty horseman on his steed?

Bliss

They smile and say, "It's a bright full day,"
"And blessed is all the fun!"
And the face of doom; the wretched gloom
Is imprisoned by the sun
Yet grim death glares, at he who dares
And walks upon this earth
And although you despair, of this lively air
You should not lose your mirth
In a bit you may, as well as stay
In the fiery bowls of hell
But the will is weak, and the soul is bleak
And fire… is fun as well!

The Edge

He stayed near the edge
In his high storeyed home
He stayed there for months and years
He stayed far too long
And if you looked,
You'll find him where he always is
In His high storeyed home...
up at the edge, upon its ledge
Looking down on the city below.

Due

Pay the price you have to pay
For nothing is free
And if you try to dig your way
What a fool you will be
For when you leave the light of day
Darkness you will see

The Lie

Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless arrant;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant.
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

Say to the court, it glows
And shines like rotten wood;
Say to the church, it shows
What's good, and doth no good:
If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lie.

Tell potentates, they live
Acting by others' action,
Not loved unless they give,
Not strong but by affection:
If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lie.

Tell men of high condition
That manage the estate,
Their purpose is ambition,
Their practice only hate:
And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell them that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending,
Who, in their greatest cost,
Seek nothing but commending:
And if they make reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell zeal it wants devotion;
Tell love it is but lust;
Tell time it metes but motion;
Tell flesh it is but dust:
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie.

Tell age it daily wasteth;
Tell honour how it alters;
Tell beauty how she blasteth;
Tell favour how it falters:
And as they shall reply,
Give every one the lie.

Tell wit how much it wrangles
In tickle points of niceness;
Tell wisdom she entangles
Herself in over-wiseness:
And when they do reply,
Straight give them both the lie.

Tell physic of her boldness;
Tell skill it is prevention;
Tell charity of coldness;
Tell law it is contention:
And as they do reply,
So give them still the lie.

Tell fortune of her blindness;
Tell nature of decay;
Tell friendship of unkindness;
Tell justice of delay:
And if they will reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell arts they have no soundness,
But vary by esteeming;
Tell schools they want profoundness,
And stand too much on seeming:
If arts and schools reply,
Give arts and schools the lie.

Tell faith it's fled the city;
Tell how the country erreth;
Tell, manhood shakes off pity;
Tell, virtue least preferreth:
And if they do reply,
Spare not to give the lie.

So when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing,
Although to give the lie
Deserved no less than stabbing,
Stab at thee he that will,
No stab thy soul can kill.

Sir WALTER RALIEGH