I walked on past
When you said the good don't last
But what's rotten must fade away
Well I never asked, and you don't say
So its better late than never anyway
The strange weather warning
In the sky tonight
Clouds are rolling like an ocean
Way out of sight
And by the morning, these things will
Be alright
Its better late than never anyway
They held up the flag of liberty
Like a white flag of surrender
Then someone took their standard from them
And buried it in forever
They said we'll get there sooner or later
Its better late than never anyway
They came and took my soul
And buried it in the north pole
But the ice caps melt
Let it out and I felt
Relieved
But when it was warming up no one
Believed, what their eyes perceived
Still now they see, feel and hear what
Mother nature says
Its better late than never anyway
Sunday, 22 December 2019
Better late than never
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Saturday, 21 December 2019
No one else is waiting here
Look around you are all alone
The ship has left you the beach to comb
But you can't find hide nor hair of them
The precious stone or priceless gem
Stand up right and face your fear
No one else is waiting here
The dogs of war have bayed at last
Another shots poured in your glass
But ask at the bar for the movie star
They'll give you a stare like you are
The only one there without eyes or ears
For no one else is waiting here
You walk in the city of the crusted queens
Only they can tell you the things they've seen
The castle spires and the Windows gleam
But it's always like someone else's dream
Look around people look back at you queer
You are the only one waiting here
Everyone's in a rush to be somewhere it's clear
From the city crush to the countryside peer
They deal you in but you have to be quick
Or you'll be knocked out with the yard stick
No one ever stands in line to cheer
You are the only one waiting around here
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separation
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Friday, 20 December 2019
River alone
I live by the river
And she takes away my dreams
I live by the river
She ties up my seams
Well we all need a river
Sometimes to take us
Through our reams
It has been so long since
I touched her skin
It has been so long since
I don't know where to begin
It has been so long
And I fall between
Two chairs and the air
And nobody wins
Well I came to the river
With its bed of stones
I came to the river with
Its bed of stones
And who knew a quiver
Or a man could atone
When he knelt by the river
And lay down his bones
Just he and the river alone
And she takes away my dreams
I live by the river
She ties up my seams
Well we all need a river
Sometimes to take us
Through our reams
It has been so long since
I touched her skin
It has been so long since
I don't know where to begin
It has been so long
And I fall between
Two chairs and the air
And nobody wins
Well I came to the river
With its bed of stones
I came to the river with
Its bed of stones
And who knew a quiver
Or a man could atone
When he knelt by the river
And lay down his bones
Just he and the river alone
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
On the hill
She lives on the hill
Her father's gonna kill
Me
She lives on the hill
And her father's gonna kill
Me
Its no bloody thrill
But I'd die to see her
Through good times and the ill
I'm going to see her
The times I hold my glass
Up to the heavens
I see with a crystal glance
Everyone one of them chilling
Like pieces of ice
Hanging in a cave ceiling
When I look up to the stars
I know somebody is watching
We are so young
They are are so old
We are so young
and
They are so old
They are mysteries and histories
And stories yet untold
Because we are so young
And they are so old
I came dow to the river
And listened to the things
She told
I came down to the river
And listened to the things she told
I came down to the river and listened to
The things she told
She said you are so young and
I am so old
Her father's gonna kill
Me
She lives on the hill
And her father's gonna kill
Me
Its no bloody thrill
But I'd die to see her
Through good times and the ill
I'm going to see her
The times I hold my glass
Up to the heavens
I see with a crystal glance
Everyone one of them chilling
Like pieces of ice
Hanging in a cave ceiling
When I look up to the stars
I know somebody is watching
We are so young
They are are so old
We are so young
and
They are so old
They are mysteries and histories
And stories yet untold
Because we are so young
And they are so old
I came dow to the river
And listened to the things
She told
I came down to the river
And listened to the things she told
I came down to the river and listened to
The things she told
She said you are so young and
I am so old
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
The night that we thought was a day
That night was the night
The night like a day
When everything became bright
And I could say What I wanted
To say
That clear moon
Like a sun on the river it lay
That song that we sung
The night that we thought was a day
Every shadow that moved
In the garden
Like children at play
Every bird in the tree
Was a little more happy
That night that we thought was a day
Even streams through the meadow
Did flow hard
In that cardinal way
Like a bullet through the heart
It did turned over its card
On the night that we thought was a day
The night like a day
When everything became bright
And I could say What I wanted
To say
That clear moon
Like a sun on the river it lay
That song that we sung
The night that we thought was a day
Every shadow that moved
In the garden
Like children at play
Every bird in the tree
Was a little more happy
That night that we thought was a day
Even streams through the meadow
Did flow hard
In that cardinal way
Like a bullet through the heart
It did turned over its card
On the night that we thought was a day
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Look what the cat dragged in
You come here looking like that
With your head a square, and your hair not flat
Just look, listen, purr at that
Look what the cat dragged in
Oh pussy cat purr in the dark garden air
Walking about with that 50 yard stare
Eyes like yellow diamonds twinkling bright
Calling out for a taxi to take you through the night
Look what the cat dragged in
You stalk the streets with your pussy cat airs
Gracing the pavements with your hippy flares
Tucked under your arm
There's a broadsheet there
Exclaiming the charm of your male heirs
Look what the cat dragged in
Dog like a lady, Cat like a tramp
Pissing on the sidewalk, turned into a vamp
Bite the necks of strangers then order a stamp
Posting off your letters to the royal ramp
And look what the cat dragged in
What do you have to dismiss about you
Your shoulder is colder, your lips turning blue
Pull in your stomach, suck in the cool air
Nothings getting older, except your grey hair
But look what the cat dragged in
Fall back in line, like tomorrows spine
Is broken on the back of today
We all cross the line, but this time it was fine
Just don't let the habit stay, check in the mirror ok?
Look what the cat dragged in
With your head a square, and your hair not flat
Just look, listen, purr at that
Look what the cat dragged in
Oh pussy cat purr in the dark garden air
Walking about with that 50 yard stare
Eyes like yellow diamonds twinkling bright
Calling out for a taxi to take you through the night
Look what the cat dragged in
You stalk the streets with your pussy cat airs
Gracing the pavements with your hippy flares
Tucked under your arm
There's a broadsheet there
Exclaiming the charm of your male heirs
Look what the cat dragged in
Dog like a lady, Cat like a tramp
Pissing on the sidewalk, turned into a vamp
Bite the necks of strangers then order a stamp
Posting off your letters to the royal ramp
And look what the cat dragged in
What do you have to dismiss about you
Your shoulder is colder, your lips turning blue
Pull in your stomach, suck in the cool air
Nothings getting older, except your grey hair
But look what the cat dragged in
Fall back in line, like tomorrows spine
Is broken on the back of today
We all cross the line, but this time it was fine
Just don't let the habit stay, check in the mirror ok?
Look what the cat dragged in
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Monday, 16 December 2019
I've been longing for the girl back home
Out into the world I roam
No matter where I've been bound
I can't escape that sound
That little bell
When I'm alone
Rings all around
I've been longing for the girl back home
When I think of all the wrong turns I made
The times I left when I should have stayed
But no matter where or how, I'm returning to her now
How I've been longing for the girl back home
They say all roads lead to Rome
And the further you are apart the stronger the longing in your heart
And some nights I feel so alone
I can atone, I can atone, I can atone
How I've been longing for the girl back home
Well I've been so lonesome, longing for a woman so wholesome
In my house full of skeletons and tombes
If one catacomb could open, I'm sure the spell would be broken
But as it is this castle crypt just ain't no home
I've asked for forgiveness, for all of my sinful business
Now I'm longing for the girl back home
No matter where I've been bound
I can't escape that sound
That little bell
When I'm alone
Rings all around
I've been longing for the girl back home
When I think of all the wrong turns I made
The times I left when I should have stayed
But no matter where or how, I'm returning to her now
How I've been longing for the girl back home
They say all roads lead to Rome
And the further you are apart the stronger the longing in your heart
And some nights I feel so alone
I can atone, I can atone, I can atone
How I've been longing for the girl back home
Well I've been so lonesome, longing for a woman so wholesome
In my house full of skeletons and tombes
If one catacomb could open, I'm sure the spell would be broken
But as it is this castle crypt just ain't no home
I've asked for forgiveness, for all of my sinful business
Now I'm longing for the girl back home
Labels:
love
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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