Well they say that time kills
And it is about time
There seems no point in waiting anymore
When the enemy is on the hills
And the bells begin to chime
Nobody ever wins that war
You can walk away today
To fight again tomorrow
You can even get your own back
And even the score
But to battle on this way
Will bring you only sorrow
Nobody ever wins that war
I was walking out one hour
About the time of noon
And the sun was riding high like law
But the only bounty in my power
Was to put a noose around the moon
Which I pulled down for you
But you pushed it back again
Because it just caused us too much pain
Nobody ever wins that war
Sunday, 8 December 2019
Nobody ever wins that war
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The tree of love
I am just a leaf
Hanging on the tree of love
I am just a leaf
Hanging on the tree of love
I am just a leaf
Hanging on the tree of love
And one day I'm gonna fall down
She is just a branch
Growing on the tree of love
She is just a branch
Growing on the tree of love
She is just a branch
Growing on the tree of love
And one day she's gonna fall down
Well the apples and the fruit are
Hooked on the tree of love
The Fruit and the seeds are
Hooked on the tree of love
The fruit and the seeds are
Hooked on the tree of love
And one day they're gonna fall down
Now the wind blows roughly
All through the tree of love
The wind blows so roughly
All through the tree of love
The wind it blows so softly
All through the tree of love
And one day the bough will have enough
Now the baby it is crying
Up high in the tree of love
The baby it is crying
Up high in the tree of love
The baby it cries softly
High in the tree of love
And one day the bough is gonna break
Now we all are apples
Hanging in the bough
We all are apples
Hanging on the bough
We all are apples
Hanging on the bough
And one day we're gonna fall out of love
Hanging on the tree of love
I am just a leaf
Hanging on the tree of love
I am just a leaf
Hanging on the tree of love
And one day I'm gonna fall down
She is just a branch
Growing on the tree of love
She is just a branch
Growing on the tree of love
She is just a branch
Growing on the tree of love
And one day she's gonna fall down
Well the apples and the fruit are
Hooked on the tree of love
The Fruit and the seeds are
Hooked on the tree of love
The fruit and the seeds are
Hooked on the tree of love
And one day they're gonna fall down
Now the wind blows roughly
All through the tree of love
The wind blows so roughly
All through the tree of love
The wind it blows so softly
All through the tree of love
And one day the bough will have enough
Now the baby it is crying
Up high in the tree of love
The baby it is crying
Up high in the tree of love
The baby it cries softly
High in the tree of love
And one day the bough is gonna break
Now we all are apples
Hanging in the bough
We all are apples
Hanging on the bough
We all are apples
Hanging on the bough
And one day we're gonna fall out of love
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The Hurricane
What can I do for you
Tell me
How Blue are your mountains?
How Blue are your shoes?
The sea scolds me roughly
For forgetting about you
Tell me what can I do for you?
The hurricane is insane
Its all the same to me
Thoughts and words
Whistle through my brain
But I just want to be free
I only want to be free
The anarchist with the ball and chain
Wants to tie down democracy
The Monarchist with the crown and cane
Is not a dint on me
I've got trouble on my brain
When the bubble bursts you'll see
I just want to break free
I only want to be free
The terrorist on his perch
The isolationist in me
Sitting on his desert island
Planning on planting a tree
The archivist, the archaeologist
Are all digging up artifacts of ancient history
But there's no use in getting upset
I only want to be free
Of course the hurricane is insane
Of course the wild wind blows
Of course the palms on the beach sway
But for how much longer who knows?
The black raven crows in the morning
The eagle flies over the land
Some dark clouds gather in warning
Of the dice that are thrown by God's hand
Tell me
How Blue are your mountains?
How Blue are your shoes?
The sea scolds me roughly
For forgetting about you
Tell me what can I do for you?
The hurricane is insane
Its all the same to me
Thoughts and words
Whistle through my brain
But I just want to be free
I only want to be free
The anarchist with the ball and chain
Wants to tie down democracy
The Monarchist with the crown and cane
Is not a dint on me
I've got trouble on my brain
When the bubble bursts you'll see
I just want to break free
I only want to be free
The terrorist on his perch
The isolationist in me
Sitting on his desert island
Planning on planting a tree
The archivist, the archaeologist
Are all digging up artifacts of ancient history
But there's no use in getting upset
I only want to be free
Of course the hurricane is insane
Of course the wild wind blows
Of course the palms on the beach sway
But for how much longer who knows?
The black raven crows in the morning
The eagle flies over the land
Some dark clouds gather in warning
Of the dice that are thrown by God's hand
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Saturday, 7 December 2019
Reach out and touch the past
They say the good die young
And time flies by so fast
While the criminals in power
Never seem to let the good times last
Well I know someone in the mirror
And someone trapped in an hour glass
It just seems to me that some days
I could reach out and touch the past
I remember those times in the garden
Climbing fir trees, the smell of the pine
Or when the sap gets sticky then hardens
On your clothes and your mother
hangs them on the washing line
Well that time is so like a lake
Into which a fisherman casts
Underwater memories the fish he makes
Look so close as if
I could reach out and touch the past
Oh but what would I do if I were back there?
How would I have changed or danced
Like a captain on time's ship
I have sailed the seas, blown along
By the winds I chanced
Yet still I would have done the things I did
Still I'd nail my colours to the same mast
But just sometimes there are things I'd wish undid
If I could reach out and touch the past
And time flies by so fast
While the criminals in power
Never seem to let the good times last
Well I know someone in the mirror
And someone trapped in an hour glass
It just seems to me that some days
I could reach out and touch the past
I remember those times in the garden
Climbing fir trees, the smell of the pine
Or when the sap gets sticky then hardens
On your clothes and your mother
hangs them on the washing line
Well that time is so like a lake
Into which a fisherman casts
Underwater memories the fish he makes
Look so close as if
I could reach out and touch the past
Oh but what would I do if I were back there?
How would I have changed or danced
Like a captain on time's ship
I have sailed the seas, blown along
By the winds I chanced
Yet still I would have done the things I did
Still I'd nail my colours to the same mast
But just sometimes there are things I'd wish undid
If I could reach out and touch the past
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Friday, 6 December 2019
Surplus to requirements
Well I came to you and I pleaded
Like a spanner in the works
Or like a stone I bleeded
In a series of jerks
But in the end, my friend I was just
Surplus to requirements
Well I walked upon the Great Wall
Like a dragon breathing fire
Defending to the end
My purpose and my my Ire
But in the end my friend I was just
Surplus to requirements
No Let's not make a scene
There's no reason to discuss
The season and its end
Or how far to throw the discus
Its just that in the end, my friend I was
Surplus to requirements
I leant upon your garden fence
To talk about the law
But you just threw back in my face
What you had claimed before
Now I do not intend to contend
These articles no more
Let it be enough, there's no more fuss
For more I can't endure
In the end, my friend I was just
Surplus to requirements
No don't get me worng
I'm just as strong as the next guy to defend
My rights to liberty and justice
Even to offend
But if you mention freedom
Then that's one thing I abhor
Put me in a box, I've had enough
Don't discuss it anymore more
Because in the end, my friend I am just
Surplus to requirements
No the cardinals in Rome
Light their secret fire
But if its green or if its red
It can't get much higher
Because there's a glass ceiling
It can't rise above
Just like there's this kind of feeling
And some might call it love
But you know in the end, my friend I am just
Surplus to requirements
Like a spanner in the works
Or like a stone I bleeded
In a series of jerks
But in the end, my friend I was just
Surplus to requirements
Well I walked upon the Great Wall
Like a dragon breathing fire
Defending to the end
My purpose and my my Ire
But in the end my friend I was just
Surplus to requirements
No Let's not make a scene
There's no reason to discuss
The season and its end
Or how far to throw the discus
Its just that in the end, my friend I was
Surplus to requirements
I leant upon your garden fence
To talk about the law
But you just threw back in my face
What you had claimed before
Now I do not intend to contend
These articles no more
Let it be enough, there's no more fuss
For more I can't endure
In the end, my friend I was just
Surplus to requirements
No don't get me worng
I'm just as strong as the next guy to defend
My rights to liberty and justice
Even to offend
But if you mention freedom
Then that's one thing I abhor
Put me in a box, I've had enough
Don't discuss it anymore more
Because in the end, my friend I am just
Surplus to requirements
No the cardinals in Rome
Light their secret fire
But if its green or if its red
It can't get much higher
Because there's a glass ceiling
It can't rise above
Just like there's this kind of feeling
And some might call it love
But you know in the end, my friend I am just
Surplus to requirements
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I got just what I deserved
Well you never would have thought
I'd have made it this far
No with my feet down in the gutter
I was staring up at the stars
But I did somebody wrong
And now I'm out on reserve
Well I know it's strong but in the long run
I got what I deserved
You know they should have locked me up
And thrown away the key
But instead they brought me the cup
And told me I was free
Well I don't know about justice
Or the pursuit of Liberty
But I guess my just deserts were served
Yes I got just what I deserved
Well we all are prisoners of nature's
Whims and follies
Whose to say a man can't reform
Even if he'd just go on his hollies
Yet there must be some accounting
So Mother Nature tests your nerve
Yes I can say the feelings mounting
I got just what I deserved
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.
It took you to tell me I was wrong
There I was, just a head full of fuzz
Every move turned out bad
But I was blind in my mind
I couldn't see what I had
It took you to tell me I was wrong
There you were, always open and sure
Always knew the right thing to do
But I only wanted to endure
Its true I wanted to be like you
It took you to tell me I was wrong
There are somethings can't be changed
Like water down my drain
Good things come and soon they pass
But of all these things I've re-arranged
I've just been causing too much pain
I've felt the winds bend me like I was a blade of grass
Oh baby it took you to tell me I was wrong
There's more to this life I'm sure
Than running round a revolving door
When I'm not out I'm in
And its without doubt a sin
To be so lost and without direction
I just have to decide, and so in you I confide
It took you to tell me I was wrong
Every move turned out bad
But I was blind in my mind
I couldn't see what I had
It took you to tell me I was wrong
There you were, always open and sure
Always knew the right thing to do
But I only wanted to endure
Its true I wanted to be like you
It took you to tell me I was wrong
There are somethings can't be changed
Like water down my drain
Good things come and soon they pass
But of all these things I've re-arranged
I've just been causing too much pain
I've felt the winds bend me like I was a blade of grass
Oh baby it took you to tell me I was wrong
There's more to this life I'm sure
Than running round a revolving door
When I'm not out I'm in
And its without doubt a sin
To be so lost and without direction
I just have to decide, and so in you I confide
It took you to tell me I was wrong
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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