Why did you do this to me?
I could have lived for a thousand years
Without discovering this planet of tears
Where the seas are salty
And the moon moves the tide
And all communications are faulty
Each time that I've tried
To break through
To touch you inside
I could've been on a journey
To the centre of the earth
And never experienced the gravity
That's pulled me since my birth
Out of you
For what its worth
I could've held open heaven's door
And slammed shut hell's gate
Just so we could stand on love's shore
And wave goodbye to the ship of hate
I could've brought us there
But instead now its too late
The tides come in, our ship has sunk
Now we're washed up outside of Eden's walls
Sunday, 12 May 2019
I could've brought us there
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Put a little water with it
Put a little water with it
When you've drunk some wine
And you're feeling fine
Put a little water in
Facebook comments and posts
Can hurt and in extreme the most
So before you click
Remember the mix
Put a little water with it
When you're out on the street with your loved one
And the words fly like bullets from a gun
You're experiencing a lovers tiff
Dilute your words before they hit
Put a little water with it
Things come out better
When there's news of the weather
When its been sunshine for days but no showers
The heat drives men insane
They need a little water on the brain!
Hey let it rain
Put a little water with it
The world is made up of H2O
And we are but creatures of this world you know
Alcohol is poison
Give a little Adam's ale oilin'
Neither lets us be poisoned by our words
It really is absurd, like trying to swallow swords
Remember to drink down water for your healing
As for comments and clicks
Its an internet of sticks
And stones that may break your bones
But whoever said words don't hurt when you're alone?
Put a little water with it
When you've drunk some wine
And you're feeling fine
Put a little water in
Facebook comments and posts
Can hurt and in extreme the most
So before you click
Remember the mix
Put a little water with it
When you're out on the street with your loved one
And the words fly like bullets from a gun
You're experiencing a lovers tiff
Dilute your words before they hit
Put a little water with it
Things come out better
When there's news of the weather
When its been sunshine for days but no showers
The heat drives men insane
They need a little water on the brain!
Hey let it rain
Put a little water with it
The world is made up of H2O
And we are but creatures of this world you know
Alcohol is poison
Give a little Adam's ale oilin'
Neither lets us be poisoned by our words
It really is absurd, like trying to swallow swords
Remember to drink down water for your healing
As for comments and clicks
Its an internet of sticks
And stones that may break your bones
But whoever said words don't hurt when you're alone?
Put a little water with it
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Friday, 10 May 2019
The bells of Csepel
The bells of Csepel
They are ringing
In the air you can tell
They are bringing
In news of the ware
Houses of despair
And my soul which is trapped
There singing
Those bells there now
Have rung
For all those strung out and hung
For doing right not wrong
Innocent without a gun
For them the bells have rung
They have rung
For the liars and deceivers
Town criers calling to non-believers
For the beggars and the thieves
All those who cannot be relieved
For those lost and alone
Have they rung
The bells of Csepel they are ringing
Between heaven and hell
they are bringing
The souls of the dead
To the flat island's head
Where the Csepel Angels
Are winging
They are ringing
In the air you can tell
They are bringing
In news of the ware
Houses of despair
And my soul which is trapped
There singing
Those bells there now
Have rung
For all those strung out and hung
For doing right not wrong
Innocent without a gun
For them the bells have rung
They have rung
For the liars and deceivers
Town criers calling to non-believers
For the beggars and the thieves
All those who cannot be relieved
For those lost and alone
Have they rung
The bells of Csepel they are ringing
Between heaven and hell
they are bringing
The souls of the dead
To the flat island's head
Where the Csepel Angels
Are winging
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Thursday, 9 May 2019
Stealing words
What did the singers mean
When they swam that old stream
Across, beyond this mortal dream
Of life and love so in between
And how do singers hold their tongue
When they know the day is done
Of life and love and everyone
Brought up sun-ward in the sky hung
I filched the last pilchard of the race
The salmon swimming changed my face
Into a mainstream streamlined grace
Two fish wives looking in disgrace
I locked a nimbus in the sky
And lost my keys to the rain dance guy
Who stamped his feet, but I didn't try
I stood there watching and asked him why
He flew at me with a ballerinas speed
And chewed the curtains rails of my need
But while it drops I remains to impede
His escape from the stage where my heart bleeds
I fought a long way to the ghost
Of words that you said that hurt the most
And quietly timber falls on a Grecian coast
As they prepare their ships for the naval host
One day those ships will sail in
And I'll be there on the bowsprit and grin
At all those I know who said I'll never win
But my armies will conquer over sin
And yes there will be fortune and pain
For the river rises and runs dry again
In words once lost but we will regain
Our hold on the holy ghost down lain
When they swam that old stream
Across, beyond this mortal dream
Of life and love so in between
And how do singers hold their tongue
When they know the day is done
Of life and love and everyone
Brought up sun-ward in the sky hung
I filched the last pilchard of the race
The salmon swimming changed my face
Into a mainstream streamlined grace
Two fish wives looking in disgrace
I locked a nimbus in the sky
And lost my keys to the rain dance guy
Who stamped his feet, but I didn't try
I stood there watching and asked him why
He flew at me with a ballerinas speed
And chewed the curtains rails of my need
But while it drops I remains to impede
His escape from the stage where my heart bleeds
I fought a long way to the ghost
Of words that you said that hurt the most
And quietly timber falls on a Grecian coast
As they prepare their ships for the naval host
One day those ships will sail in
And I'll be there on the bowsprit and grin
At all those I know who said I'll never win
But my armies will conquer over sin
And yes there will be fortune and pain
For the river rises and runs dry again
In words once lost but we will regain
Our hold on the holy ghost down lain
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Csaba
I am writing this
For a guy I know
He's very cool
The type is true
Daisy chains and pipes that flue
Through his big literary brains
Like geese that flew, like winter rains
And summer hazes
As Summer fields of daisies
And swallows following mazes
Through and through
A deep brain
Like a deep river rumbles over rocks
But is silent in its secrets
It holds in its depths
Its surface is still
It is cool
And immediately we know
It as our other selves
Like a mirror
A quivering river's reflection
Showing the imperfections
But the figure
Is walking away
With the black crows
The ravens road
Down the green valley pathway
For a guy I know
He's very cool
The type is true
Daisy chains and pipes that flue
Through his big literary brains
Like geese that flew, like winter rains
And summer hazes
As Summer fields of daisies
And swallows following mazes
Through and through
A deep brain
Like a deep river rumbles over rocks
But is silent in its secrets
It holds in its depths
Its surface is still
It is cool
And immediately we know
It as our other selves
Like a mirror
A quivering river's reflection
Showing the imperfections
But the figure
Is walking away
With the black crows
The ravens road
Down the green valley pathway
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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.
Wednesday, 8 May 2019
Brand Victim
He was a brand victim
He was a victim of the Brand
And if you saw him you'd convict him
Of falling victim to a fashion crime
Some times men can be so egotistical
Sometimes they love their own image far too much
This was the case with old Narcissus
Who with his own reflection fell in love
Now Old narcissus was a victim
He was a victim of a crime
Old narcissus you'd convict him
Of being in the right place but at the wrong time
Who was it pulled the plug on the space project?
Who was it said to explore space was a crime?
Well that man at NASA was a brand victim
And he fell victim to a tear in space-time
You know God he is up there in his heaven
Twiddling his thumbs wasting time
Because down here man is a brand victim
And Adam fell victim to the original brand crime
Adam and Eve had no fashion
For that trade they simply had no time
But they fell victim to their passion
And then they fell victim to the fig-leaf brand crime
I wish I could tell you a story
How we all had common sense all the time
Unfortunately for us, Adam, Eve or Narcissus
I've fallen victim to my own lack of time
He was a victim of the Brand
And if you saw him you'd convict him
Of falling victim to a fashion crime
Some times men can be so egotistical
Sometimes they love their own image far too much
This was the case with old Narcissus
Who with his own reflection fell in love
Now Old narcissus was a victim
He was a victim of a crime
Old narcissus you'd convict him
Of being in the right place but at the wrong time
Who was it pulled the plug on the space project?
Who was it said to explore space was a crime?
Well that man at NASA was a brand victim
And he fell victim to a tear in space-time
You know God he is up there in his heaven
Twiddling his thumbs wasting time
Because down here man is a brand victim
And Adam fell victim to the original brand crime
Adam and Eve had no fashion
For that trade they simply had no time
But they fell victim to their passion
And then they fell victim to the fig-leaf brand crime
I wish I could tell you a story
How we all had common sense all the time
Unfortunately for us, Adam, Eve or Narcissus
I've fallen victim to my own lack of time
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Tuesday, 7 May 2019
The lion and the Griffin
The lion and the griffin
They were fighting
For the shield of St George
When Hercules walked down
To the Danube
And said to them both climb on board
Well down in the reeds
He met St Christopher
Carrying on his shoulder
The Saviour Our Lord
And Hercules said to the child
Well come on now
And climb on board
And as he was crossing that old river
The tide was strong, the river broad
And then he met old Moses and the Israelites
And so he said to them
Climb on board
Old Moses he proved very useful
He cut back the tide with his sword
And down with the flapping fish
They met Atlas
Who said my shoulders are strong
So climb on board
Now down on the river bed
It was muddy
And Atlas began to sink
Under his hoard
Until who should he meet
But a great sea snake
Who said my back is long
So climb on board
Now they all slithered along quite safely
And they thought
All of their problems were cured
Until they met old Satan
Hiding in the river basin
And he whispered to them
Climb on board
So they went down
That old plug hole
Where it is the whirl pool of the world
But down at the gate
Satan met his check mate
In the fine figure of the Lord
Now He said to Satan
Give them back
Their souls are mine I am assured
And so they had a fight
In the darkest time of night
And in the morn
The Lord said to them all
Climb on board
So he brought them up
The plug hole
And tread down on the head
Of the serpent
And they all rose alright
In the new day's light
Out on the other river shore
Thanks to you we have been saved
Thanks to you we are cured
And the Lord said in response
That is nonsense
Anytime you need me I can be called
Just look up and pray
And climb on board
They were fighting
For the shield of St George
When Hercules walked down
To the Danube
And said to them both climb on board
Well down in the reeds
He met St Christopher
Carrying on his shoulder
The Saviour Our Lord
And Hercules said to the child
Well come on now
And climb on board
And as he was crossing that old river
The tide was strong, the river broad
And then he met old Moses and the Israelites
And so he said to them
Climb on board
Old Moses he proved very useful
He cut back the tide with his sword
And down with the flapping fish
They met Atlas
Who said my shoulders are strong
So climb on board
Now down on the river bed
It was muddy
And Atlas began to sink
Under his hoard
Until who should he meet
But a great sea snake
Who said my back is long
So climb on board
Now they all slithered along quite safely
And they thought
All of their problems were cured
Until they met old Satan
Hiding in the river basin
And he whispered to them
Climb on board
So they went down
That old plug hole
Where it is the whirl pool of the world
But down at the gate
Satan met his check mate
In the fine figure of the Lord
Now He said to Satan
Give them back
Their souls are mine I am assured
And so they had a fight
In the darkest time of night
And in the morn
The Lord said to them all
Climb on board
So he brought them up
The plug hole
And tread down on the head
Of the serpent
And they all rose alright
In the new day's light
Out on the other river shore
Thanks to you we have been saved
Thanks to you we are cured
And the Lord said in response
That is nonsense
Anytime you need me I can be called
Just look up and pray
And climb on board
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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.
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