So many battles I've had to fight alone. Betrayed by those I loved the most, they were also the ones I had been fighting for. The weariness of this realisation makes you weak at the knees and yet you must continue to fight or else the duplicity of their motives will win the day. You become hollow inside, not by cancer, but by the fact that something deep and magical and life enhancing has closed down never again to be reignited. You feel lighter as you inch closer to death. All that remains on most days is a shell. This is when you are called upon to become an actor and give 'em what they want. A performance. A great performance because it is so convincing most people think you still function and have risen above the hurt and damage of the shadow people. But then again, your life, or what's left of it, hangs on the thread of your ability to push on through the small talk and darkness of "What if...?" without puking on someone's expensive shoes. So many amongst us are asleep at the wheel and do not understand or care about what is at stake. Love is a distraction. Pain is the only honest constant and it has become your friend. You cannot be hurt anymore, which is disappointing to a lot of women. You cannot be brought down any further, which is crushing to many men. You cannot be bought, because there is nothing you need. You cannot be humiliated anymore, which is pleasing to God. For now all layers of bullshit and make-believe have been ripped away. You are free now. God almighty, free at last! You once had a dream too. But now you have awakened to see the game for what it is. Nothing can scare you now. You are impenetrable. This makes you frightening to those who only operate by spreading fear amongst us. And at the dawn of our demise you are noticeably at peace. And powerful again. (c) Frank Howson 2017 Painting by Frank Howson (c) 2017
I stumbled and fell into this. It was not of my doing as the road I was forging went in a different direction to the dreams of the boy I was. This caused me great confusion and suffering as I wandered lonely as a cloud through school poetry and beatings. My pain became my shield and protected me from the salt of their laughter. I learned to make them laugh before they had the chance to laugh first. Several women attempted to wash my feet before my crucifixion one grey day in history when our father forsaken me because of his drinking. I cried in agony with a thief each side of me, one believing in me, and one to ridicule me for a life that ended so. Somehow I rose from the dead and since then I have had several resurrections. In fact, the more times people write me off, the stronger I come back. My enemies have unwittingly made me indestructible. The shock realisation of this has killed many of them. The rest I have dealt with. People now stop me in the street and ask for my wisdom. But this wisdom was not my doing, and has come from the undoing of everything I wanted and loved. It was fired by pain and made as strong as steel through humiliation and injustice. But still I go on. And those who have spoken against me have been struck down by God or are dying in the poisoned bile of their lies. I visit their graves at night to laugh. For nothing is forgotten or forgiven at this train stop on the way to Armageddon. I choose to travel economy for my instinct tells me that God only welcomes the humbled. The man who brags may get ahead in this life, but suffers a thousand years in the next. The ignorant fool who never stops talking and always distorts the third hand facts will be the next to fall on his sword and death waits patiently in his gallery of art to silence his unrepentant and envious ways. I am coming for him. Coming in the night. Coming in the dead end street. Coming in his busy schedule. Coming for rightful correction. Coming. Every hurtful snide remark is etched on my heart. Every belittling lie is another stab wound he will suffer. Another thousand years to linger at the abyss. And the hellish realisation that it was all for nothing. (c) Frank Howson 2017 Photograph by Raija Sunshine (c) 2017
Once I saved While others played I came fresh faced In a suit of blue Sacrificed on the altar Of others' agendas Sent scurrying to find Things that were never there Was given love Only to have it taken away Was made to laugh Until I cried A man of peace Hardened enough to kill I always went crazy In the final reel "Since I lost my baby" Is all I play On every jukebox That I find In this burnt out wasteland Of broken hearts Paperback dreams Second hand lives Mercy murders The billboards tell the truth There's nothin' down here worth savin' We've filled our lives with shit Auctioned off paradise And gambled away the money The writers get degraded And then ignored They're resented for knowing too much About what makes things tick Now there's a lonely kid Livin' on the street With dreams of makin' it big But little does he know He's already dead Dead to the world Dead on arrival At the feet of the paedophiles And the worshippers of Satan Who shape shift Into human beings Regret is my supper For turning my face away From all the horrors I have witnessed That killed me Piece by piece Believing politicians That didn't even believe themselves Until it was too late (c) Frank Howson 2017
I remember only yesterday
Thinkin’ love would never go away
You painted all the colours of my dreams
The picture’s blurred and broken at the seams
And one by one these dreams they disappear
Till all that’s left is make believe and fear
We choose our words with a painstaking care
Then we wake to find nobody’s there
And so we say goodbye to unforgiving
Say goodbye to all that living
Say goodbye how could we part
Tear one more page from Life’s flip chart
Say goodbye to all that loving
Say goodbye all roads to nothing
Say hello my brand new start
As you go say farewell to my heart
Oh my dear it seems like yesterday
When all my dreams were cruelly snatched away
The perfect girl for lonely me I thought
Dumped me for the life that money bought
And left behind a bitter broken shell
My bride now someone’s toy and I’m in hell
Just a place where lonely men confer
And talk about how once we were in love with her
And then we say goodbye to unforgiving
Say goodbye to all that living
Say goodbye why did we part
My love has stopped and won’t restart
Say goodbye to all that loving
Say goodbye all roads to nothing
Say hello go play your part
And as you go say farewell to my heart…
Too late to cry…
Say goodbye to my heart…
(c) Frank Howson 2017
The street was the same as I remembered it. And the birds swooped as if to herald my return. So it was true, I hadn’t dreamed it. For a moment I stood and took in the beautiful cacophony of noise that I’d never fully appreciated before in all its ugly glory. The sun came out to shine on cue and its warmth informed me that I had now entered a safety zone for lost boys.
How can you know a place so well and yet feel that you are seeing it for the first time? If this is a dream and I awaken now I will be angry all day. Maybe all days.
I continue moving on further into it until I reach the gate no one ever closes, and the narrow cement path leading to the apartment block steps I once knew so well I could climb them in the dark, and under the influence of too much life. This time there seems to be a lesson learnt in each step and greater effort needed to conceal the weariness of the outsider.
Halfway up I enter the glow from the first storey window that conspires to shine God-like behind the statue of Buddha as if even the universe is welcoming my return.
More steps and more weary remembrances of lessons learned and I am at the front door, knocking in a drum pattern of whimsy and familiarity.
After an eternity of seconds the door is opened and I see your smiling face as I remembered it from a long ago carefree time. Bright, loving and kind. I can now die in my footsteps and not be lost to wander and wonder.
I enter and am surrounded by the comfort of the greatest books and music ever written. Each word and note a friend of mine. And I sit at the empty table. Alone no more. Everything and nothing has changed as I take my place amongst it.
You ask me how I am. But there are no words to convey the miracle of ordained destiny.
For in that sheltered moment, I am home.
(C) Frank Howson 2017
Well you're free now Of this world and its pain When I heard the news I went walking in the rain A thousand unanswered questions That'll never make any sense "Guilty" cried the moon The stars had no defense I'll never get used to you Not being around But you never belonged here You were an angel chained to the ground Well adios Until we meet again Some are born a hawk But you were caring like a wren And no one can point a finger And say that you weren't a friend Farewell from this life The next will have no end I'll hear you in the morning When the birds start to sing I'll feel you at sunset And at the heart of everything In the smile of a child In every mother's eyes And I'll beg your forgiveness I'm no good at goodbyes I'll never get used to you Not being around But you never belonged here You were an angel chained to the ground (c) Frank Howson 2017 Photograph by Maurice Rinaldi
There is a toll for every virtue There is a tax for hearts like yours You didn't deserve your crazy childhood Or the loss of the brother you loved Cut down by animals in the night Those are scars that don't wash away No matter how many tears you cry When I'll think of you I'll see your smile And think of the battles you fought to be Let down by so many, we're only human, baby And both had rocky roads to bear You tried so hard to stand beside me You tried so hard to hold me close But you had too many ghosts to haunt you And they all got in our path In those hours after midnight When I knew I couldn't stay We were both two orphans We used to laugh and say But you got away, baby But why did it have to be this way? You were always such a loyal friend And you loved me to a fault Looking back you may've believed in me more than anyone And loved me more than I deserved But why did you have to prove your point like this? Gone, and taking all the laughter Gone, and taking all the kindness Gone, and taking all tomorrows And what may've been for you and yours The trouble with you was you cared for everyone Like a child in search of her own But too many things cluttered our space And we lost ourselves Too many things leave us alone Perhaps you got carried away by a foolish idea That all romantics exit like this But did you think of the pain you leave us? Did you want us to hurt so we'd understand yours? Too many questions without answers Just like those nights we'd argue until dawn I tried so hard to help you To make sense of what you'd been through But you couldn't understand me Your hurt was too deep to be cured Now every evening at sunset I'll look at that blazing sun and think of you It's going to take a lot to forgive The hurt you have bestowed us with So many took advantage So many manipulated behind the scenes They didn't realize how fragile you were Or perhaps they did And if so, they have blood on their hands I'll remember you pretty as a picture And a smile that'd light up a room With the excited joy of a child And those mad conversations that made no sense That ended in laughter or tears If you wanted part of my heart you have it But this was no way to take it It could've been yours for free (c) Frank Howson 2017