The world is black but I am white
The angels sing
But not tonight
Who am I, but what I am
The world is heavy
I'm just a man
In the ashes of my final hour
I see the seeds of hope's bright flower
And while I lie
An Angel stands
But who am I
I'm just a man
In a world that's grey
I am cold
In a world that's worn
I am old
And as I walk round
Disaster's castle
The walls crumble down
Like Saint Stephen's tower
And while I lie
An Angel stands
But who am I
I am just a man
The clock strikes one
I am all alone
The feelings come
But of none I own
In a desert sand
My foot prints clear
Some times I walk
No one is near
Sometimes I struggle
Sometimes I fall
My eyes see double
My ears hear call
And while I lie
An Angel stands
But what am I
I am just a man
Wednesday, 20 November 2019
Just a man
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sunday, 17 November 2019
Rough cities
Rough cities
Where there is panic and crime
I went to sleep on someday
To wake up in my prime
The north wind blows about
My front door
I've been seeing ghosts again
Walking up and down the stair
Too many posts of pain
Too much at stake about which I don't care
Flashing about the city with life
To spare
But life is cheap in the street
Under the auspices of the bear
Who should you turn to in your despair
Nothing left to live for
On the road to Babilon
Keep the wheels rolling
When somethings not right its wrong
Where there is panic and crime
I went to sleep on someday
To wake up in my prime
The north wind blows about
My front door
I've been seeing ghosts again
Walking up and down the stair
Too many posts of pain
Too much at stake about which I don't care
Flashing about the city with life
To spare
But life is cheap in the street
Under the auspices of the bear
Who should you turn to in your despair
Nothing left to live for
On the road to Babilon
Keep the wheels rolling
When somethings not right its wrong
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Saturday, 16 November 2019
Alpha Mail
The run was running out the back side of the linen
The sandals of diamonds
The damsels of the sand and
the random hands of
Fate and kate
And all the shape of nape
Under cape and dagger
I stagger Like a swagger
In the fake shake
I forsake the saffron make
Of Peace and pace
Of lace and dice
Of dace and lice
All among the hallowed homes
Howling like a hurricane around the mountains
Moaning like a lake in the low meadow break
The sandals of diamonds
The damsels of the sand and
the random hands of
Fate and kate
And all the shape of nape
Under cape and dagger
I stagger Like a swagger
In the fake shake
I forsake the saffron make
Of Peace and pace
Of lace and dice
Of dace and lice
All among the hallowed homes
Howling like a hurricane around the mountains
Moaning like a lake in the low meadow break
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mountains
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Up here in the mountains
There's a new moon risin'
On the horizon
I went up onto the cliffs
Just to glimpse the eclipse
And it was like someone had
Drugged me with wine
The Wolves were howlin'
Up there in the mountains
And the people were
Lightin' camp fires all around
I went up to them just
to watch the new moon sproutin'
Like a bud growing up
Through the pine needle ground
Don't confuse me with
one who is shoutin'
I don't want to use you
Nor am tryin' to change your mind
I'm just takin' in the air
Up here in the mountains
And if you want a friend to bear
Your troubles then I am the kind
On the horizon
I went up onto the cliffs
Just to glimpse the eclipse
And it was like someone had
Drugged me with wine
The Wolves were howlin'
Up there in the mountains
And the people were
Lightin' camp fires all around
I went up to them just
to watch the new moon sproutin'
Like a bud growing up
Through the pine needle ground
Don't confuse me with
one who is shoutin'
I don't want to use you
Nor am tryin' to change your mind
I'm just takin' in the air
Up here in the mountains
And if you want a friend to bear
Your troubles then I am the kind
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Monday, 11 November 2019
Farewell the steely time
Oh for that steely time
I have no words
For your love
Dragons spit
And Fire hails
I've a hand full of diamonds
And a gut of nails
So good bye to that steely time
The mines are full of blinking jewels
And my eyes see only gold
Where others see just fools
The dust and sound of a million souls
Is rushing down my throat
And I am that mineshaft
My blinkered mind is coal
And they will keep a hammering
Until they take control
So farewell, farewell that steel town
Farewell to rush of gold
The picks and forks
Of Sticks and forts
And tin soldiers in consorts
The iron bells
That ring their knells
Inside my lonely thoughts
Iv'e been down to the pit's dark well
And I've come up with noughts
So good bye, farewell
To that iron town
To the mud brown
Red Ore
I've flown the flag
For the Pit man
But I'll fly it high no more
In every crease
A greasy fleece
Is hung like from the lamb of gold
But all I see of the pit's prison cell
Is the false idols
Being sold
Good bye, good bye the steel time
Good bye the salesman
He's come to my home
With his comb
pushed through his black hair gelled
And he's selled my lovely tomb
Spent five months worth of wages
So I could afford my grave
Now since the stock market fell
I'll be buried in hell
Because I forgot to save
Well they hear my cry of freedom
And they hear my yell of assault
And every last man sees them
Seasoned in sea salt
Because my wound is bleedin'
Into the dust filled skies
With a whirlwind in my pocket and
A black look in my eyes
So farewell, farewell the steel
Farewell them steel skies
Blood oath on the feelin'
Down in the earth where she dies
And I know there is no reason
But it comes as no surprise
That the one road on which I've been reelin
Has lead to the dead look in my eyes
I have no words
For your love
Dragons spit
And Fire hails
I've a hand full of diamonds
And a gut of nails
So good bye to that steely time
The mines are full of blinking jewels
And my eyes see only gold
Where others see just fools
The dust and sound of a million souls
Is rushing down my throat
And I am that mineshaft
My blinkered mind is coal
And they will keep a hammering
Until they take control
So farewell, farewell that steel town
Farewell to rush of gold
The picks and forks
Of Sticks and forts
And tin soldiers in consorts
The iron bells
That ring their knells
Inside my lonely thoughts
Iv'e been down to the pit's dark well
And I've come up with noughts
So good bye, farewell
To that iron town
To the mud brown
Red Ore
I've flown the flag
For the Pit man
But I'll fly it high no more
In every crease
A greasy fleece
Is hung like from the lamb of gold
But all I see of the pit's prison cell
Is the false idols
Being sold
Good bye, good bye the steel time
Good bye the salesman
He's come to my home
With his comb
pushed through his black hair gelled
And he's selled my lovely tomb
Spent five months worth of wages
So I could afford my grave
Now since the stock market fell
I'll be buried in hell
Because I forgot to save
Well they hear my cry of freedom
And they hear my yell of assault
And every last man sees them
Seasoned in sea salt
Because my wound is bleedin'
Into the dust filled skies
With a whirlwind in my pocket and
A black look in my eyes
So farewell, farewell the steel
Farewell them steel skies
Blood oath on the feelin'
Down in the earth where she dies
And I know there is no reason
But it comes as no surprise
That the one road on which I've been reelin
Has lead to the dead look in my eyes
Labels:
walking
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
De streets
As I walk the chagrin streets
I listen to the sound of my feet
I hear the owl call
And the leaves fall
In a line
You know its no crime
If you say your place or mine
In the restaurant your eyes look into mine
I hold the feathers of the owl tonight
And you eat the leaves that autumn spent
But there is one thing I can write
Your place or mine
There are two things I know
one
Is to lie to nobody
The other is everybody lies
They just lie to themselves
If I had the courage of angels
To walk lightly to the stars
I'd had left long ago
But I tie my ankles to these trolls
And chained to toads
Just then the talk it moved to
Another home
The brass it shone
From memories polished
On the mantlepiece
Of my dreams
As I drift off into sleep
Such are the lions of peace
That keep the corners
Of the castle
Tongueless beasts
That have no voice
Just like me
I have no choice
But cross the bridges
That I burn
And never fear to fall
into the river
But must go on into the stars
I listen to the sound of my feet
I hear the owl call
And the leaves fall
In a line
You know its no crime
If you say your place or mine
In the restaurant your eyes look into mine
I hold the feathers of the owl tonight
And you eat the leaves that autumn spent
But there is one thing I can write
Your place or mine
There are two things I know
one
Is to lie to nobody
The other is everybody lies
They just lie to themselves
If I had the courage of angels
To walk lightly to the stars
I'd had left long ago
But I tie my ankles to these trolls
And chained to toads
Just then the talk it moved to
Another home
The brass it shone
From memories polished
On the mantlepiece
Of my dreams
As I drift off into sleep
Such are the lions of peace
That keep the corners
Of the castle
Tongueless beasts
That have no voice
Just like me
I have no choice
But cross the bridges
That I burn
And never fear to fall
into the river
But must go on into the stars
Labels:
Autumn
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The chagrin streets
I walk the chagrin streets
where the autumn leaves fall
Listen to the beat of my feet
To the silence call
The restaurant was a cold dish
I eat my revenge
And the road does fork
On a knife's edge I cut my bone
Underneath the cover
Of a night spent alone
The lamb joint the weasel nose
The final point in our wedding vows
And as the sun rose
I heard you say your place or mine
where the autumn leaves fall
Listen to the beat of my feet
To the silence call
The restaurant was a cold dish
I eat my revenge
And the road does fork
On a knife's edge I cut my bone
Underneath the cover
Of a night spent alone
The lamb joint the weasel nose
The final point in our wedding vows
And as the sun rose
I heard you say your place or mine
Labels:
Autumn
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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