Zetetic

Past experience tells me I should forget

Yet there are things we should remember

But not the times of blood, tears and sweat.

And mans stupidity and greed lingers yet

But this is all laid aside each November

Past experience tells me I should forget

That I was not there, I do not regret

And yet am proud to be called digger

But not the times of blood, tears and sweat.

There are memories of a shared cigarette

Death came with the third burning ember

Past experience tells me I should forget

Every decade world leaders refuse to commit

Whilst wall street remains the moneygrubber

But not the times of blood, tears and sweat.

For the lessons learned we are in their debt

The guilty and the greedy mentally slumber.

Past experience tells me I should forget

But not the times of blood, tears and sweat.

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical

Zeehan Sunsets

I see no auras or bright flashes from the sun

All I see is a red glow across the land,

Merely signs that night has at last begun.

In the mountains in the east life is done

As the blackness of night starts to expand

I see no auras or bright flashes from the sun

The magnificent scene bows to what has come

Darkness hiding what is "Tasmania's grand"

Merely signs that night has at last begun.

The world most beautiful spot has been outdone

But it is all arranged and what nature planned

I see no auras or bright flashes from the sun

Beauty would become boring, Nature undone

She changes the scene so she might expand

Merely signs that night has at last begun.

With the morn, the scene refreshed, equal to none,

Witness the sight, and then you'll understand.

I see no auras or bright flashes from the sun

Merely signs that night has at last gone.

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical

Victims Roll

Once we were lovers, now that love has gone

Replaced by nothing, just leaving a black hole

Why can't you come back so we can carry on?

I always knew that I was your only one

We grew to believe we shared just one soul

Once we were lovers, now that love has gone.

Now all those dreams I must forever abandon

This one evil act has taken us out of control

Why can't you come back so we can carry on?

This ungodly act was by one of Satan's spawn

And just like a criminal, my heart he stole.

Once we were lovers, now that love has gone.

There will be no jail, and Heaven's no home

And again Hell will take in a fellow ***hole

Why can't you come back so we can carry on?

This is no heroic war, it's where cowards fawn

Adding women and kids to their victims roll.

Once we were lovers, now that love has gone

Why can't you come back so we can carry on?

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical

Prisoner of Love

Like a prisoner you have me bound to you

But not with chains of hard blue steel

No counting days and weeks till freedom due.

There was no crime, or deed, or whistle blew

There are no prison bars, my hands to feel

Like a prisoner you have me bound to you.

Instead its bonds of love that the angels brew

A wound from Cupid's dart that will not heal

No counting days and weeks till freedom due.

No fear of breakout or escape, no strike or coup

My life is sealed by chance, just one deal

Like a prisoner you have me bound to you.

I'll be a model prisoner, I will not go askew

Forever true and honest and on an even keel

No counting days and weeks till freedom due.

Instead the end of each passing day I rue

You can guarantee, there will be no appeal.

Like a prisoner you have me bound to you

No counting days and weeks till freedom due.

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical

Only Time Will Tell

Love's waiting across the room for that first look,

The first smile, and the first tremor that says it all

That moment realising you're completely hooked.

There have been no guidelines set in any book

There is no mentor waiting for you to call

Love's waiting across the room for that first look.

Facebook tells you the site is always fully booked

And those that have found it can easily recall

That moment realising you're completely hooked.

There is naught you wont do, by hook or by crook

On your knees on broken glass you would crawl

Love's waiting across the room for that first look.

No faults, there's nothing needed to overlook

The truth is there within fates crystal ball

That moment realising you're completely hooked.

And you find contentment, now you have looked

In comparison all your previous lovers pall.

Love's waiting across the room for that first look

That moment realising you're completely hooked.

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical

Oceanic Thoughts

Sitting on the empty beach alone on the sand,

There is the orange fire sky of the setting sun

Inside's a desire for my lover in another land.

Things went perfect, better than we had planned,

No regrets at all for what we have begun

Sitting on the empty beach alone on the sand.

The water rushes in and out greeting my hand.

And I remember kisses and things we'd done

Inside's a desire for my lover in another land.

Although my heart aches, I think I understand

You are now my Queen and I your champion,

Sitting on the empty beach alone on the sand.

I want to run in the water, and splash around

With my memories of our times, and of our fun

Inside's a desire for my lover in another land.

I wonder does my lover have thoughts so grand

Is there anything she'd wish to have undone

Sitting on the empty beach alone on the sand,

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical

Nature

All things were given to man and his conceit

To live in simple ways upon this Earth

Somewhere to live and an abundance to eat.

Living as one with the Earth, a simple feat

Feeding, nourishing, finding out life's worth

All things were given to man and his conceit

The ancients never had need to steal or cheat

The bosom of Nature is a bountiful berth

Somewhere to live and an abundance to eat.

Some want a world where they are the heat

Where misery is good and the sin is mirth

All things were given to man and his conceit

Those who know, never have to compete

Following ancient ways there is no dearth

Somewhere to live and an abundance to eat.

We must return to the path to be complete

Sharing these wonders from the time of birth.

All things were given to man and his conceit

Somewhere to live and an abundance to eat.

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical

Left Counting the Stars

Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs

You are gone; my bed is now empty and silent.

With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

When our love was new we had no scars

With time and self doubt you missed what I meant.

Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs

Now you have turned your back and put up bars

And all that remains now of you is your scent.

With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

There is no prize, no cheers and no fat cigar

Just a terrible feeling of my life being spent.

Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs

Now I see a zero of all I thought was ours

What can I do, can I hope or must I lament?

With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

The radio is playing the music of sad guitars

My road to Hell was paved with good intent.

Now is the time for tears, no more loud hurrahs

With the death of love, I'm left counting the stars.

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical

Full Moons Light

As I lead you by the hand into the night

We steal away from the cares of the day

Our way is well lit by the full moons light.

Our hearts sure what we're doing is right

And of tomorrows woe's no hint give they

As I lead you by the hand into the night.

The shadowy flutter of an owl in flight

Leads us happily along the wooded way

Our way is well lit by the full moons light.

I gaze at you, seeing eyes that shine so bright

Craving that this moment should ever stay

As I lead you by the hand into the night.

In the woods our loving bodies finally unite

And love we will until the break of day

Our way is well lit by the full moons light.

Now ever bound together by this loving rite

As arms and limbs are laced in our interplay

As I lead you by the hand into the night

Our way is well lit by the full moons light.

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical

Darkness Looms

When darkness looms, tomorrow fades away

No comforting light shines upon or within

It's hard to see beyond this part of day.

Tonight only foulest evil shall hold sway

And blackest night shall pave the way for sin

When darkness looms, tomorrow fades away.

Deep in the night is when the wicked play

Fixating on sorrow's gruelling tailspin

It's hard to see beyond this part of day.

Around this corruption purest white turns grey

Night creatures shrieks are making a hellish din

When darkness looms, tomorrow fades away

All living things seem hollow, yet full of decay

As long as it stays dark, evil will always win

It's hard to see beyond this part of day.

Corruption and decay, lusting from evils prey

All this to whiteness and goodness's chagrin

When darkness looms, tomorrow fades away

It's hard to see beyond this part of day.

(C)2009, Ryter Roethical