Afternoon Delight~

When Roger Waters left Pink Floyd and began making solo albums,
he stood on stage next to rock gods like Jeff Beck, Eric Clapton, and Snowy White.

... He wrote songs about politics.
About honesty through fear.
About love through difference.

Sometimes, I miss the long extended notes Gilmour used to hit after Mr. Waters cried into the mic..
...With every pulse his heart sent through his veins and into his lungs.

Sometimes, I miss the loud chants they'd make the crowd sing and roar.
Sometimes, I miss the souring synth that Rick Write (RIP) calmly played while engulfed in the shadows  that sit quietly between the two neon spotlights.

Sometimes, I wrap myself into a well-known and comfortable cocoon made out of blanket.
Tight enough to feel safe. But cold enough to still feel vulnerable.

On goes the comfort.
On goes the warmth.
On goes the show, and the tools they bring forth.

But most of the time, I put it all behind me.


....Times change,
 and so do we...
.....But who says thats a bad thing...

Not the torturer will scare meNor the body's final fallNor the barrels of death's riflesNor the shadows on the wallNor the night when to the groundThe last dim star of pain, is heldBut the blind indifferenceOf a merciless unfeeling world
Lying in the burnt out shellOf some Albanian farmAn old BabushkaHolds a crying baby in her armsA soldier from the other sideA man of heart and prideBreaks ranks, lays down his rifleAnd kneels by her side
He binds her woundsHe gives her foodAnd calms the crying childShe gives him absolution thenAcross the great divideHe picks his way back through the brokenChina of her lifeAnd there at the curbThe samaritan Serb turns..and waves.. goodbye
And each small candleLights a corner of the dark-Roger Waters

-Honey Thief