Long Run Leftovers

This is a cut of leftover tracks from the Eagles album 'The Long Run'. Pretty much sums up the following masterpieces. Haikus are convenient little bits of writing - three lines and a set structure that doesn't let you mind digress too much. It's almost habitual for me to pen one or two whenever I'm getting bored in class. Don't know whether that's a good thing or not. I guess if someone takes it upon himself or herself to peruse this post then he/she would be a better judge. Creator's bias you see. So here goes -

I will lie to you,
Blind you bind you entrap you,
For the world is cruel.

Sail into the night,
The journey ends now my friend,
Cometh eternal light.

Darkness advances,
Gates tremble under its blows,
The nation needs us.

Figures meet in the gloom,
Amidst the glistening stones,
The living mourn the dead.

Love is a zephyr,
That titillates your senses,
Yet is ever elusive.

The never-ending path,
That we walk like dutiful sheep,
Leads to the wolf's maw.

Sail to the horizon,
Who knows what awaits us there,
Glory is hard-earned.

Flight of the seagull,
Languid over the topaz sea,
Leave the world behind.

The prof says a lot,
I sit here all for nothing,
Did I ever have brains?

Crib, cry, whine, blubber,
Stupid little weepie Joe,
Get yourself a 'ho'.

The blade is sharpened,
Hovers over the victim's head,
He leaves a bald man.

Insects are a pain,
Buzz, sting and make me insane,
Like dames they are vain.

Two hearts torn asunder,
The raging sea in between,
But the eyes can meet.

What is left unsaid,
Is often not left unfelt,
Then why the lost time?

POM not my cuppa tea,
Why did I pay the damn fee?
I am all at sea.

Deep profound thoughts come,
Chomp and stomp and make me dumb,
Is it something new?

Fly with broken wings,
Let the waves buffet your body,
'Cause the will is there.

Leave your cares behind,
Make the most of what you got,
Then maybe you'll smile.

Distant she shimmers,
In the grasp of another,
Yet she will be mine.

The tide is long gone,
Broken dreams lie in the wake,
The moon will rise again.

Sleep sleep glorious sleep,
Wherefore art thou fair maiden?
I yearn for your touch.

Clattering cuckoos,
Lifting off loads of hot air,
Am I one of them?

Sleep's the panacea,
Takes away the fears and pains,
The heart won't let me.

Like I said, there might be some quality issues. Readers are welcome to recognize these and also hunt for a running theme, if any. Expect more to come in the future.