Brother Andy
Brother Andy, a noble man
His life was for the Lord's command
He threw himself some say unplanned
Into a life that did demand
Surrender
The brothers they were strong at heart
And resolute to make a start
With full commitment, not just part
To put the horse before the cart
Remember
Impossible to say the least
Upon flesh, enjoy a feast
Instead of mother, she's called a beast
Instead of butcher, he's called a priest
Pretender
Andy, he was sad within
It seemed that he just couldn't win
He tried again to sink or swim
To reach the end he must begin
At last
The corridors, the monastery
Remain to some a mystery
Mutually directed flattery
A long respected history
It's past
A noble but a normal soul
Still attached to rock and roll
Deviating from life's goal
Empty chapel hymns cajole
Life's fast
But Andy he could still persist
The taste for life could not resist
For suffering, renouncing bliss
Desires again to taste a kiss
To live a lie
Entangled in a way so dry
Beyond the walls to see the sky
The glimmer in a young girls eye
A pig alone without a sty
High and dry
Lusting for the ways of young
Desires to hold on to someone
Alive, they talk of death for fun
impalement, cross, and resurrection
It's sad
The brothers they were compromised
To keep him here although despised
Embroiled in guilt and spoon-fed lies
Try that jacket on for size
It's hurting
High ideals and aspirations
Are not enough for liberation
Personal emancipation
Requires personal association
Not flirting
God is not behind disguise
A sunken treasure or lottery prize
Nor imaginations of the wise
He has curling hair and lotus eyes
Andy is waiting
His life was for the Lord's command
He threw himself some say unplanned
Into a life that did demand
Surrender
The brothers they were strong at heart
And resolute to make a start
With full commitment, not just part
To put the horse before the cart
Remember
Impossible to say the least
Upon flesh, enjoy a feast
Instead of mother, she's called a beast
Instead of butcher, he's called a priest
Pretender
Andy, he was sad within
It seemed that he just couldn't win
He tried again to sink or swim
To reach the end he must begin
At last
The corridors, the monastery
Remain to some a mystery
Mutually directed flattery
A long respected history
It's past
A noble but a normal soul
Still attached to rock and roll
Deviating from life's goal
Empty chapel hymns cajole
Life's fast
But Andy he could still persist
The taste for life could not resist
For suffering, renouncing bliss
Desires again to taste a kiss
To live a lie
Entangled in a way so dry
Beyond the walls to see the sky
The glimmer in a young girls eye
A pig alone without a sty
High and dry
Lusting for the ways of young
Desires to hold on to someone
Alive, they talk of death for fun
impalement, cross, and resurrection
It's sad
The brothers they were compromised
To keep him here although despised
Embroiled in guilt and spoon-fed lies
Try that jacket on for size
It's hurting
High ideals and aspirations
Are not enough for liberation
Personal emancipation
Requires personal association
Not flirting
God is not behind disguise
A sunken treasure or lottery prize
Nor imaginations of the wise
He has curling hair and lotus eyes
Andy is waiting
Sense Desire
I could compromise with my eyes
and watch the TV set
And realize that to despise
Is something I regret
But attachment comes back at me
I thought I could renounce
By trying again, the frying pan
My shortcomings pronounce
I could listen clear with my ear
and take in what's around
And without fear, though insincere
would come back to the ground
But vibrations reach much deeper
And change my own good sense
First they steal my heart
Then my intelligence
To avoid the senses calling
I must try hard to refrain
No amount of pondering
Can help me become sane
Thought I could just dabble
But I splashed out once again
Refuse amongst the rabble
and watch the TV set
And realize that to despise
Is something I regret
But attachment comes back at me
I thought I could renounce
By trying again, the frying pan
My shortcomings pronounce
I could listen clear with my ear
and take in what's around
And without fear, though insincere
would come back to the ground
But vibrations reach much deeper
And change my own good sense
First they steal my heart
Then my intelligence
To avoid the senses calling
I must try hard to refrain
No amount of pondering
Can help me become sane
Thought I could just dabble
But I splashed out once again
Refuse amongst the rabble
In the pouring rain
I could repose with my nose
the objects it demands
But I suppose that just shows
I need a helping hand
Cause out of time a band in line
cant march straight anymore
And one sense without a master
will mislead the other four
I could lunge in with my tongue
and taste the bogus treats
A human sponge just for fun
will try anything to eat
But tasty leads to lusty
Control becomes complex
My sharp edge becomes rusty
with desire for more sex
I could win with my skin
in a pampered paradise
For it's no sin to want to grin
A smile is worth any price
But what begins as innocent
becomes a mad embrace
Forgetting I'm a member
of the human race
I could repose with my nose
the objects it demands
But I suppose that just shows
I need a helping hand
Cause out of time a band in line
cant march straight anymore
And one sense without a master
will mislead the other four
I could lunge in with my tongue
and taste the bogus treats
A human sponge just for fun
will try anything to eat
But tasty leads to lusty
Control becomes complex
My sharp edge becomes rusty
with desire for more sex
I could win with my skin
in a pampered paradise
For it's no sin to want to grin
A smile is worth any price
But what begins as innocent
becomes a mad embrace
Forgetting I'm a member
of the human race
Conditioning
Life’s like an illusion, confusion reigns supreme
Some people trade their time for sin and others only dream
Of ways to combat misery and find a way serene
While drowning in the ocean of the universal scheme
People born in passion, lusting for love and wine
In ignorance all good sense is lost on wasting time
The good become conditioned, their apathy a crime
For while they grin the rest will sin and say everything is fine
You may say I’m pessimistic, and that may be quite true
Because I come from the same place, I used to be like you
Advancement takes some time, for the moment all I can use
Is distaste for my conditioning, for this you should excuse
Some people trade their time for sin and others only dream
Of ways to combat misery and find a way serene
While drowning in the ocean of the universal scheme
People born in passion, lusting for love and wine
In ignorance all good sense is lost on wasting time
The good become conditioned, their apathy a crime
For while they grin the rest will sin and say everything is fine
You may say I’m pessimistic, and that may be quite true
Because I come from the same place, I used to be like you
Advancement takes some time, for the moment all I can use
Is distaste for my conditioning, for this you should excuse
Catching Up
One time I was a hero
The next I was obscene
One time she was a weirdo
The next she became queen
There is something going on here
Something quite unseen
The law of karma is catching up
And it’s got me in-between
The next I was obscene
One time she was a weirdo
The next she became queen
There is something going on here
Something quite unseen
The law of karma is catching up
And it’s got me in-between
Andrew Robertson has around 350,000 words published yearly for world-leading organizations and news outlets, in print and online. None of the work is in his name. Once a page is published, it is gone and forgotten about. Andrew is a quiet positivist living in a loud world, with lots to laugh, cry, and sing about. Andrew likes to explore the super-conscious and find spaces in our world that we all share but aren’t necessarily aware of.
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