Are Friends Detectives?

And have you so consumed your store

Of pain and sorrow, fear and rage

You cannot feel them anymore?

Have you drained your little cup

Of giddiness and reckless glee?

Could sentimental excess be

The reason? Or perhaps it's age.

Has overwhelming misery

Or some elation too exquisite

Inflicted lasting injury?

something different, but what is it?

Have you spent your last emotions

And turned to stone beneath your armour,

Immune to all of life's commotions

But north by northwest I’m insane!

To sleep perchance. What dreams may come?'

Waking he’s merry, the next minute sad.

Who could he be, this unusual boy?

But cannot topple me like wood 

Or straw; I’m built of stronger stuff

Of hungry fishermen are tragic deaths.

The rich who drown are food for facebook memes.

Thus, bank accounts determine human worth:

Die owning too much money? Half the earth

This is not real

You know that it's only a dream

Banish all pain

And drift with the poison downstream

Show me the sun 

That gently caresses your face

Lie with me now

In mercy's wild embrace

Burn with me here

Till we're nothing but ashes and dirt

Oh hunter of mine

After all of this time

The bitter and self-righteous line up. 

Oh hear them hollering and hooting! 

So keen to drink the poison wine up, 

They march in lockstep all saluting 

Is cheap when you're behind a screen.

It takes cojones to debase

A momentary speck of dust

Inside the sunbeam, still (I'm told)

I hover close above your bed

And though I know you wish me

A greater distance from your head

A whirlwind, an earthquake, a tropical storm, 

An angel, a devil in diamonds and lace 

With lips made for loving and fingers to trace 

The shape of my deepest and darkest desires, 

A mistress of masters, a lighter of fires,

 A temptress, tormentress, erotic, eternal – 

And judge by the acts

And not by the speeches

For history teaches

In peace or in battle 

The cheapness of prattle

May cost us too dearly.

So learn to see clearly:

Their actions reveal

What else can I do but adore you? 

You passed out from too many glasses of punch 

You loudly insisted I pour you. 

Your sprawl is indecent, your skirt in a bunch; 

How dearly I’d like to explore you. 

As soon as you’re sober I’ll act on my hunch, 

I never wanted to be friends.

I didn't ask for kindness

But simply for respect.

Our actions were correct.

But arrogance and blindness

Were shown in answer. This offends

And puzzles us. But history tends

To grimly resurrect

Itself when we neglect

To learn from it and make amends.

You think our patience endless?

You censure us for crimes

You've played a thousand times

And seek to make us friendless 

When friendship crudely condescends

Then stamps upon our toes.

What's yours is yours and mine

Is mine. You crossed a line

And now the whole world knows

When wolf attacks wolf, it's the sheep who should flee. 

Though one wears our clothing, it's only pretend.

Soon sickened and mad from the bloodthirsty spree,

They tatter the innocent under their claws

And even if they tell

A little of their hidden parts,

They hide their secrets well. 

And though we ask and though we look

And try to understand,

A man remains an unread book,