I fear I’ve lost the beauty of my spirit
I swam through a river of shit
And replaced it with grit
Necessity the mother of invention
And isn’t telling
That such coarseness would reach my page
Love replaced with perpetual rage
Guitar was my world
And beautiful women my muse
Now it’s the violence around and the drugs that I use
Books were my anchor in the sea of the soul
And writing my dream in the city of lights
Now at night I write about fights
In the place I call home
I used to:
Kick around Kerouac with cuties on campus
Burn my Bukowski before it became me
And look to the sea as a source of tranquillity
Now such pleasure
Is forbidden to me in the world that I see
So I sketch anchors and scheme
Of beauty in future the beautiful dream
Corazon de oro, so long sorrow
Someday you see I’ll be walking free
And my mind can dance to the music
Of harmony, light and colour
And just a touch of all that’s good in life
And true and pure
Will seep into my weary soul
Kiss my spirit and make me whole
