We were born in a prison
Locked inside
Between our mother's womb
And our father's dark side
We come out into the sun
Fresh and screaming with life
To be put back in the prison
One of toil and strife
I was born in a prison
The walls were high and wide
I could not look over the other side
The Prison of Pride
I grew into my prison
And the bars began to rust
Sometimes the rains came
Dissolved the bars between I and Us
But between the lust and the trust
They were my jailers
My torturers too
One put me on a crucifix and nailed me there
it is true
The other took me down, pulled me apart
Examined my entrails and my heart
Then they called me an animal
And sent my soul to the zoo
I was born in a prison and there I will stay
From the first breath I take
Until the final judgement day
Tell me what it's like on the other side
Is the grass even greener there?
I can see it, but can't touch it
Lord knows how hard I've tried
Try to tame eden
You put a wall round paradise
Try to break even
You only end up breaking your eyes
Monday, 3 September 2018
These prison walls
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sunday, 2 September 2018
By the lights of the big city
Traffic lights in the window
Lightning disco in the sky
I'm stuck in the mirror
Between thoughts of you and I
Too much self reflection
Doesn't make a nice guy
When you forget the important things you know
Like when you forget how hard to try
Lightning bolts crack the black glass sky
All that I thought I knew
Now I'm stuck in the mirror
Between thoughts of me and you
How do I separate myself from the lightning?
Creation and destruction
In the mirror's reflection
Dividing like the tram lines
Two sides of the road
Keep your Gods under different signs
Your Odin for your odes
Your Thor for ....who knew?
There were certain doors you should not walk through
Now the lights have changed from red to green
And little bells of rain ring on the window screen
And the bells of church towers are ringing in the wind
As the storm the summer promised
Comes to shatter summer dreams
Its blowing like a tempest
Come to deal out its punishment
No mercy for the faithless
Its tongue is like a serpent
Forked fiery flames
With fangs ready to strike
The ocean is no match for its electric pike
That snap and whip and maim
As it hurls its sea at us
The buoys which float in the sky are pounded into dust
It is lathering up its hands
Showering us with blood
Clapping its salty palms
Churning water into mud
Washing and rinsing up to its arms
In a Noah's flood
Slinging down all from the heavens
Sent from an all powerful judge
Lightning disco in the sky
I'm stuck in the mirror
Between thoughts of you and I
Too much self reflection
Doesn't make a nice guy
When you forget the important things you know
Like when you forget how hard to try
Lightning bolts crack the black glass sky
All that I thought I knew
Now I'm stuck in the mirror
Between thoughts of me and you
How do I separate myself from the lightning?
Creation and destruction
In the mirror's reflection
Dividing like the tram lines
Two sides of the road
Keep your Gods under different signs
Your Odin for your odes
Your Thor for ....who knew?
There were certain doors you should not walk through
Now the lights have changed from red to green
And little bells of rain ring on the window screen
And the bells of church towers are ringing in the wind
As the storm the summer promised
Comes to shatter summer dreams
Its blowing like a tempest
Come to deal out its punishment
No mercy for the faithless
Its tongue is like a serpent
Forked fiery flames
With fangs ready to strike
The ocean is no match for its electric pike
That snap and whip and maim
As it hurls its sea at us
The buoys which float in the sky are pounded into dust
It is lathering up its hands
Showering us with blood
Clapping its salty palms
Churning water into mud
Washing and rinsing up to its arms
In a Noah's flood
Slinging down all from the heavens
Sent from an all powerful judge
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Monday, 27 August 2018
Come lady
Oh Lady come down your hill
oh lady come down your hill
Well the gathering tide
Goes far and wide
And your moat it would like to fill
Oh lady come down your hill
Oh lady come down your hill
You've spent too long
In your ivory tower
Let your hair hang down
From your window sill
Oh lady come down your hill
Oh lady come down off your hill
The army is strong and it may kill
But while the soldiers are strong
The fight must go on
So kind lady come down your hill
Oh lady come down your hill
The night is long
And it can chill
Come warm yourself
I'll keep your health
Come lady from down your hill
Oh lady come down your hill
The buzzards soar and shrill
The sky is clear but there are
Grey clouds still
Come lady down your hill
Oh lady come down your hill
I know you have a strong will
But put that aside
Just be my bride
Oh lady come down your hill
oh lady come down your hill
Well the gathering tide
Goes far and wide
And your moat it would like to fill
Oh lady come down your hill
Oh lady come down your hill
You've spent too long
In your ivory tower
Let your hair hang down
From your window sill
Oh lady come down your hill
Oh lady come down off your hill
The army is strong and it may kill
But while the soldiers are strong
The fight must go on
So kind lady come down your hill
Oh lady come down your hill
The night is long
And it can chill
Come warm yourself
I'll keep your health
Come lady from down your hill
Oh lady come down your hill
The buzzards soar and shrill
The sky is clear but there are
Grey clouds still
Come lady down your hill
Oh lady come down your hill
I know you have a strong will
But put that aside
Just be my bride
Oh lady come down your hill
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sunday, 26 August 2018
Bone Kissing
I didn't want to turn back
Didn't want to face the storm
That I knew would turn me black
Didn't know that I was torn
Like a rending thunder
Shaken to the very core
Of my foundations laying under
I never got used to your face
Never could learn to trace
The outline of your cheek
Nor to draw the breath you took
Just before you speak
I never learned to call you mine
Never learned to drink the wine
Never knew what a fine line
I had had to walk
And now we do not talk
I chose to come here
I chose to stay
I chose that some year
I would fly away
But the swallows return each Summer or Spring
Are they the same ones
Who left on the wing
Is it the same prayer
I can hear
The choir sing?
As their voices rise into the skies
Of a horizon forever setting
She plays the cello
On her own stage
Keeping back the fellow deer
Like a do rey me so far te da
Like a guardian of her age
She guards the garden
She turns on the hose
She turns over the earth that hardens
around the Summer rose
She is like a starling
Singing in a flock
Away arise, the may fly flies
Dragon fly alights upon a rock
Sweet streams and rivulets
Stun the lady Juliet
From her reverie of regret
In too many long walks
Suddenly the walls
Are trembling from the thunder
Suddenly all she knows falls
And is cast asunder
That the one strike fell
Like a hammer on a bell
Rung out the good
Rung in the bad
Wrung the clothes on the line
Wrung the water into wine
One fine day when I look back
It will not seem so blue
Just the Sun fading into black
Before from behind the clouds
It appears a new
Didn't want to face the storm
That I knew would turn me black
Didn't know that I was torn
Like a rending thunder
Shaken to the very core
Of my foundations laying under
I never got used to your face
Never could learn to trace
The outline of your cheek
Nor to draw the breath you took
Just before you speak
I never learned to call you mine
Never learned to drink the wine
Never knew what a fine line
I had had to walk
And now we do not talk
I chose to come here
I chose to stay
I chose that some year
I would fly away
But the swallows return each Summer or Spring
Are they the same ones
Who left on the wing
Is it the same prayer
I can hear
The choir sing?
As their voices rise into the skies
Of a horizon forever setting
She plays the cello
On her own stage
Keeping back the fellow deer
Like a do rey me so far te da
Like a guardian of her age
She guards the garden
She turns on the hose
She turns over the earth that hardens
around the Summer rose
She is like a starling
Singing in a flock
Away arise, the may fly flies
Dragon fly alights upon a rock
Sweet streams and rivulets
Stun the lady Juliet
From her reverie of regret
In too many long walks
Suddenly the walls
Are trembling from the thunder
Suddenly all she knows falls
And is cast asunder
That the one strike fell
Like a hammer on a bell
Rung out the good
Rung in the bad
Wrung the clothes on the line
Wrung the water into wine
One fine day when I look back
It will not seem so blue
Just the Sun fading into black
Before from behind the clouds
It appears a new
Labels:
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I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Saturday, 25 August 2018
Fan
I had my own fan
I held it to my heart
And when the men did come along
A flutter it gave a start
Like a butterfly this fan picked up
My womanly grace
And emphasized all the contours
And lines upon my face
But my fan, fanned the flames
Of desire in my eyes
And when I wished for cooler days
Hot passions in me did rise
I held my fan close to my heart
Like a pendant from a lover
It stilled the beating before its start
Kept those feelings undercover
But unmasked from behind its blind
Unmistakably you will find
A woman in love with every kind
Of man, beast or lover
I held it to my heart
And when the men did come along
A flutter it gave a start
Like a butterfly this fan picked up
My womanly grace
And emphasized all the contours
And lines upon my face
But my fan, fanned the flames
Of desire in my eyes
And when I wished for cooler days
Hot passions in me did rise
I held my fan close to my heart
Like a pendant from a lover
It stilled the beating before its start
Kept those feelings undercover
But unmasked from behind its blind
Unmistakably you will find
A woman in love with every kind
Of man, beast or lover
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sun
Dictator of a dead grace
The sun rises in the sky
It was the same that rose when I was but a child
But now my heart is older
My temperature is blue
The heart that felt its sweet rays
Is not the same that once was new
It leaves its grace like scars of clouds
Upon the face of the sky
And it shall outlast everyone of us
While we each must die
Sun, of heaven, shine on
As a chariot of fire
Racing from the east to west
Crusading holy pyre
Beyond the thoughts of a boy
Who knows not his future joy
But stays in the present
Time for him is but a toy
Beyond this the great dictator
Climbs its elision tower
The spires of the heavens
Find him there never ready to cower
All the stark blankness
Come spilling from its face
That candles burn in the deepness
Of the outer space
The sun rises in the sky
It was the same that rose when I was but a child
But now my heart is older
My temperature is blue
The heart that felt its sweet rays
Is not the same that once was new
It leaves its grace like scars of clouds
Upon the face of the sky
And it shall outlast everyone of us
While we each must die
Sun, of heaven, shine on
As a chariot of fire
Racing from the east to west
Crusading holy pyre
Beyond the thoughts of a boy
Who knows not his future joy
But stays in the present
Time for him is but a toy
Beyond this the great dictator
Climbs its elision tower
The spires of the heavens
Find him there never ready to cower
All the stark blankness
Come spilling from its face
That candles burn in the deepness
Of the outer space
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Mercury
She holds the moon
in a silver cup
She needs no spoon
To stir what she sups
Silver is the honey comb
Of her memory
Of all the bees in a bomb
Exploding in her tree
Silver are the rain drops
Rolling down the steel
Stopping in the silver pool
Of the place she feels
Her name is Mercury
She changes like the ocean
Flows like electricity
Solid metal into liquid emotion
Mercury like a switch
Turning on to off
Letting the current change her body
From hard to soft
Precious as Silver
Conducts like Gold
Mercury in a fever
Changing faces like the moon she holds
in a silver cup
She needs no spoon
To stir what she sups
Silver is the honey comb
Of her memory
Of all the bees in a bomb
Exploding in her tree
Silver are the rain drops
Rolling down the steel
Stopping in the silver pool
Of the place she feels
Her name is Mercury
She changes like the ocean
Flows like electricity
Solid metal into liquid emotion
Mercury like a switch
Turning on to off
Letting the current change her body
From hard to soft
Precious as Silver
Conducts like Gold
Mercury in a fever
Changing faces like the moon she holds
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
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