The Nightingale In The Lea

O nightingale, O nightingale,
Sitting by the lea,
Your figure framed so elegant
In meadow flower confetti.

O nightingale, O nightingale,
I sit here by the lea,
I ail for you sweet nightingale,
O wont you sing for me.

O nightingale, O nightingale,
Sitting here with me,
The ev'ning-tide upon us,
Will you share your lamp with me.

O nightingale, O nightingale,
Singing by the lea,
Travelling on angel wings,
To wherever I may be.

O nightingale, O nightingale,
Shining by the lea,
Your presence such a blessing,
That sends hearts soaring just to see.

O nightingale, O nightingale,
Sitting by the lea,
You have made my day sweet nightingale,
O wont you sing for me.

You Can't See [Through] Me

I walk on knives, blade up
With the sun on my back;
All: strike up the band,
All clap.
I walk on knives, don't
Hold my hand.
I walk on knives, blade up
With the sun on my back,
As insignificant as air.
Strike up a band; listen!
It was like I was never there.

I walk on knives, blade up,
Made up
Of the sun on my back,
All strike up the band,
All clap -
You can't hold my hand,
The sun on my back.
I walk on knives
As insignificant as air,
Strike up a band; shade,
It was like I was never there.
Just a glisten
Just a glare

A Little About Me?

I drink my tea by the pint,
I shower a certain way,
I do not believe in;
Going to the doctors, dentists or opticians,
As I know myself better than they can.
I listen to what people say,
But I don't always believe them;
I like to be a big kid and play,
For it is always more fun.
I tie my shoes a special way,
I like to dress like an old man;
I pick flowers for people,
Smile for them,
And forgive as best I can.
I have many dreams
And make many plans,
But it is often hard to motivate myself.
I am making more of an effort against this!
I am not concerned with wealth,
But I understand the value of money.
I can find humour, joy, and beauty
In anything;
I take sexual references and innuendos
From everything,
I can be serious when needed,
But only if I see fit,
And don't expect me to remember something
Because I am bound to forget it.
People think I am crazy,
They are probably right, probably;
I treat my dog as a sister,
I treat my sister
Amiably.
I believe myself a good cook,
And I believe myself a good lover;
At birth I was adopted,
But I don't mind not know my mother.
I like to ride bikes,
I think the great outdoors is grand,
I like to drive,
Although currently I'm banned.
I swim in the sea,
I have two tattoos
And can grow a beard,
I do things randomly
Which to others, seem quite weird.
I like the taste of raw meat,
I like my food anything but hot,
I don't like technology:
I much prefer the paper and the pen;
I will try anything once,
Bleach and line cleaner - never again.

I am Matthew David Legg,
I am also Leggy Leggz,
But I should be David Latus.
Names are just names, you see,
And words just words;
If you want to really know the person,
Spend some time and see, because
That is what really matters.

Hyperactive Sleeper

Is this not love,
When the first thing I do
Is ring you,
On the morning when I awake?
Well, if not love,
What then? And why;
Is all I get in return: ear-ache?

I know it is 5a.m.
And that you were,
Probably, fast asleep.
I know I should act accordingly,
But it was still light when I got my head down,
And I have been up since the crack of dawn,
Plus, all this silence was boring me.

Yet, I am still making effort,
I have tried my best
To make you laugh,
And I called you your pet name;
My cute little wren,
But today you seem to think its naff
And have told me never to ring again.

So here I sit alone in silence;
It is now ten past five,
Ten minutes ago I was so wired,
Ten minutes ago I felt so alive,
But it would seem that the world is dead,
And actually, I am still quite tired,
So instead of staying up alone

I think I'll just go back to bed.

Why, what big teeth you have!

I have lived and cried
Wolf.
Now,
I live my life
And cry.
A wolf sits at the door;
To teach me
A lesson.
Those spurned
Now sitting idly by,
And I cry,
Not knowing
What I want any more.
Not knowing
How or why,
Or where I am:
Hell starts,
And travels by; caravan,
But this isn't Hades,
I did but lie.
From Hell
There is no hope of coming back.
A wolf sits at the door,
And I will let him in.
The wolf always sticks with the pack.
I live and cry
Wolf,
From the door he is gone.
The wolf and I:
One

The Fox and The Goat

Your just like me,
Your just like me
And that, my dear,
Is what is so scary to see.

I was built to take the fall,
And live to tell the tale,
But the thought of you as me
Makes me ever so pale.
Do I like it? Not at all.
But what really can I do,
My life is all my own
And your life belongs to you.

I can try to warn,
I can try to scorn,
As I sit here forlorn, yet
I know you will not listen.
As I sit scared so far away,
Remembering how your eyes did glisten.
Your sweet innocent face,
Your words, your mouth, those little dimples;
O how I miss 'em.

You have to walk your path,
And find out what it takes
To avoid the pitfalls of others,
'A fool only learns from his mistakes,
While a wise-man does from others!'
So live your life, but remember,
That from life you cannot hide
In the bed, beneath the covers.

Your just like me, but
Your not like me,
And that, my dear,
Is how it is meant to be.

Dioscuri

My mother, Leda
Where have you gone,
I can hear my brother calling;

My brother, Kastor,
He comes anon,
I cannot be a dawdling.

My father,
The swan,
Did save us both from falling.

And me, Pollux,
To Hades I am gone,
Your relief my fellow hatch-ling.