Bereft

Wild Beast - Hooting and Howling --- I suggest reading the poem first...not these lyrics first, that are the following words...

Carry me hooting and howling
To the river to wash off my hands
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
Any rival who goes for our girls
Will be left thumb sucking in terror
and bereft of all coffin bearers

A crude art, a bovver boot ballet
equally elegant and ugly.
I was as thrilled as I was appalled
courting him in fisticuffing waltz
Now I’m not saying the lads always deserve a brayin
And I’m not saying the girls are worth the fines I’m payin
We’re just brutes bored in our bovver boots
We’re just brutes clowning ‘round in cahoots
We’re just brutes looking for shops to loot
We’re just brutes hoping to have a hoot

Hooting, hooting and howling
Hooting, hooting and howling

Carry me hooting and howling
To the river to wash off my hands
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
Any rival who goes for our girls
Will be left thumb s..king in terror
and bereft of all coffin bearers
Hooting and Howling...
--- End Of Lyrics ---

Listen to the video as well... at the very top, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwHoh2vNdiA...
by simply hitting the play button, at the top of this post. :)

Action-Hero.
My dad speaks truth...

There is no reason why.

He is, action.

My action-hero.

Fist before think.

Only because...

'cause...

He feels alright.

Teaching me these things...

Of the cloak and the cowl.

He ages...

He lives.

Experiencing and being.

Truth, and behold...

It was fate,

In his living.

Crazed eyes,

Linger in the wood.

Taunting,

Flaunting.

My only post,

In my dreams /./ ./ ./ ./ ./ ./ ./ ./.

                           .\                  .l

                                .\             .l

                                     .\        .l

Of endless \.\.\.\.\.\.\.

Train tracks.

My modern family,

Not necessarily the healthier, blood-suckers...

Must surround my tracks,

In my growing field...of my life.

He told me to feed,

Through his, healthy friendship...

I feast on my fruits of life...

He who is my everything...

Awesome dad.

But this is where we differ,

As I grew up...

My healthy tracks,

Lack...

The original,

Corn of the crop.

I grow without this ingredient...

For I,

Truly never grew...

Around his fields.

Miss-felt, as that is...

I grow.

I learn,

To respect the man.

With the toy face.

The funny man...

Make life a joke.

Cause'...

...I don't know.

It just is, son.

And I become...

The subject's...

...just is.

I am everything to this man,

In front of me...

My action-hero.

I am the funny guy...

While however old...

Here lies...

New, truth. :

There is a reason to live...

There is a reason to be...

Me.

And now I see...

From his eyes...

His history.

I am the healthy blood exception,

For on logic terms...

And meaning for this, estate...

That I, am not like the others.

I am different.

I matter,

He matters...

This man here.

Standing without fear...

Being the only blood,

Left on this earth...

To be the one seeing.

Watching old movies,

Of history's past...

That I shall never,

pre-last.

To seeing the new,

In my up-bringing...

I see for my new eyes...

All of the lies,

Of the world.

I see...

The truth,

the never,

Up-rooted,

Pattern.

As I grasp control...

I use the controller.

And change the channel...

"Duh."

As I lost interest.

Dinner is ready...

Time to feast,

On the meat.

And now it is served cold...

He told,

me...

...it's ready.

Bold truth.

Good truth.

Necessary...truth.

He tells the dog to drink...

Caus'...

It's good for him,

he told me.

I saw...

it was good.

I saw a side of the mirror...

Growing up,

right...

Even though I am still,

Air-tight.

No enemies...

Just a good,

guy.

His son.

My father,

My action-hero...

Defined as he was...

blasting the air-planes down...

as they rain,

Upon my fields.

That He will end one day...

And this is the one truth...

that I must swallow.

The corn-pill...

That I had never laid...

On his grave.

But one day,

I will...

But he will always be,
My bereft...

My action-hero.

- Taylor Travis,
I love you dad.