Richard Manzini

Falling

Richard Manzini — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 20:25:56 +0000

I’ve fallen out of favour
And I’ve fallen from grace
Fallen out of trees
And I’ve fallen on my face
Fallen out of taxis
Out of windows too
Fell in your opinion
When I fell in love with you

Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling’s not the problem
When I’m falling I’m in peace
It’s only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief

This is a song for a scribbled out name
And my love keeps writing again and again
This is a song for a scribbled out name
And my love keeps writing again and again
And again

I’ll dance myself up
Drunk myself down
Find people to love
Love people too drunk
I’m not scared to jump
I’m not scared to fall
If there was nowhere to land
I wouldn’t be scared
At all

By: Florence and the Machine.

Coming Home

Richard Manzini — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 20:23:39 +0000

A father waits upon a son
A mother prays for his return
I just called to see
If you still have a place for me
We know that like took us apart
But you’re still within my heart
I go to sleep and feel your spirit next to me

I’ll make it home again
I pray you’ll fall in love again
Just say you’ll entertain the possibility
I learned enough from my mistakes
Learned from all I didn’t say
Won’t you wait for me

It may be long to get me there
It feels like I’ve been everywhere
But someday I’ll be coming home
Round and round the world will spin
Oh, the circle never ends
So you know that I’ll be coming home

We fight to stay alive
But somebody’s got to die
It’s so strange to me
A new year, a new enemy
Another soldier gone to war
Another story told before
Now it’s told again
It seems the wars will never end
But we’ll make it home again
Back where we belong again
We’re holding on to when
We used to dare to dream
We pray we live to see
Another day in history
Yes we still believe

I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming?
You know that I’ll be coming home

By: John Legend.

8 December 2011

Richard Manzini — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 21:17:17 +0000

Leaving hurts so much
But it is a must for me.
It tears the guts out of me
But it is inescapable for such as me.

Have you ever felt the pelt
Of the unforgiving drops of icy rain?
They you do understand my pain
This pain that rends through my being.

It feels like stepping out in the wilderness
With none save my will and tent.
But naught will dent
My resoluteness to leave my nest.

Pray forgive me for my decision
But always remember this:
The fates have closed in on me
And it is futility to render opposition.

Cold Feet

Richard Manzini — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 21:24:29 +0000

There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
Make a wish for better days, the end of hard times
For no more cold feet – cold, cold, cold, cold feet
His clothes were always clean
His face was always scrubbed
There was food on the table, enough to fill him up
His house was full of life, his house was full of love
But when winter days arrived there was never
Money enough to shod his cold feet – cold, cold, cold, cold feet
He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed
He made a life for himself
Free from worldly wants or needs
But with nobody to share the life he’d made
No body to keep him warm at night
When he’d go to sleep – he’d sleep alone
With his cold feet – cold, cold, cold, cold feet
One night he walked the streets
Looking to the heavens above
Searching for a shooting star, a benevolent God
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger who she was
To not have cold feet – cold, cold, cold, cold feet
One year later he stood beside her
He vowed “I’ll give you everything you want”
She said “I’ll take some love from my heart to keep your body warm”
“You won’t have cold feet – cold, cold, cold, cold feet”
He thought she’d like the party life
And want the finer things
So he promised more than he could buy
And he’d promise her the sun and moon
To not have cold feet – cold, cold, cold, cold feet
He worked day and night his fingers to the bone
His worried mind guilty conscience drive him on
He can give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face
His empty pockets drive him on
And his cold feet – cold, cold, cold, cold feet
He’d struggled all his life to be an honest man
Proud that the dirt on his palms was the soil of the land
But some guys he knew from high school days
Said they had a plan to get rich quick
And they could count him in
If he don’t have cold feet – cold, cold, cold, cold feet
He thought about their offer
Accepted it without qualms
Dreamt about the life he’d buy
The comfort that would come
Without cold feet – cold, cold, cold, cold feet
He decided to drive the car
He decided to carry the gun
To take the biggest risk of all
To prove his loyalty to his friends
He decided to tell his wife
Things would soon turn around
He said “the little boy is dead, a man stands with you now
Without cold feet – cold, cold, cold, cold feet”
He thought he’d set his clock right
He thought he’d read his watch
He left in such a hurry
He didn’t think to wish for luck
Makes no difference if you’re early
No difference if you’re late
When you’re out of time
The flowers have been laid
You’re six feet underground
With cold feet – cold,cold cold, cold feet.

By: Tracy Chapman.

Wishlist; Songs I would have written.

Richard Manzini — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 23:41:18 +0000

1. Time Flies; Lykke Li
2. Who Says; John Mayer
3. Living on a Prayer; Bon Jovi
4. Cold Feet; Tracy Chapman
5. You could be Happy; Snow Patrol

Sonnet 30

Richard Manzini — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 11:24:21 +0000

When in these sessions of gratifying silent thought

I think of the past,

I lament my failure to achieve all that I wanted,

And I sorrowfully remember that I wasted the best years of my life:

Then I can cry, although I am not used to crying,

For dear friends now hid in death’s unending night,

And cry again over woes that were long since healed,

And lament the loss of many things that I have seen and loved:

Then can I grieve over past grief’s again,

And sadly recount my woes

The sorrowful account of grief’s already grieved for,

Which I repay as if I had not paid before.

But if I think of you while I am in this state of sadness, dear friend,

All my losses are compensated for and my sorrow ends.

Sonnet 138: Paraphrased

Richard Manzini — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 05:46:22 +0000

When my mistress swears that she is faithful
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think I am some inexperienced youth,
Ignorant of all the deceit that exists in the world.

Thus foolishly thinking that I am still young,
Although she knows that my best days are behind me,
Foolishly I give credit to the untruths she tells about me;
So that both of us are supressing the ugly truth.

But why does she not tell me that she is unfaithful?
And why do I not admit that I am old?
O, love’s best disguise is the pretence of truth,
And older lovers do not like to have their age pointed out:
That is why I lie to her and she to me,
And the lies we tell each other help us forget our respective faults.

By: William Shakespeare

Sonnet 29

Richard Manzini — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 05:02:33 +0000

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

By: William Shakespeare

A lost friendship.

Richard Manzini — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 01:30:23 +0000

You were my friend then: now almost stranger!
Our friendship appeared once very glorious;
What happened meantime, gives me great anger;
Our friendship no longer remains serious.

Fool I was, to be misled by others,
Who drove a giant wedge ’midst our friendship;
Cut off is our friendship, which me bothers;
A nadir has come in our relationship.

What years of intimacy have been lost?
I’ve been foolish, very much on my part;
Our friendship today is just but a ghost;
My eyes wouldn’t see the true love in your heart.

Dear friend however, you can’t be my foe;
I remain with vivid memories of all things beautiful.

Mostly by: Dr John Celes

The Man of Pride

Richard Manzini — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 01:26:07 +0000

O man of pride, do come down from your heights!
’Tis lonely sitting in a chair like that;
The dizziness could cause you sleepless nights;
Please condescend, come down to us to chat.

Pride kills a man before he truly dies;
Pride poisons minds in stealthily a style;
Pride generates in men just ‘pseudo-highs’,
And makes a man unfit to walk life’s mile.

Remember, all are human beings first;
Well treat others in humane ways, you can;
The heart of pride would like a dam-old, burst
The man with pride cannot be content, man!

Pride steals the energy to guide others,
And only serves to torment all brothers.

By: Dr John Celes