5 whole years,
5 whole years
Under the mountain of sorrow
Not thinking about today
Staring into tomorrow
% whole numbers dancing along the tight rope of fear
Afraid of falling off the wagon
Into the prairie of tears
And I think of all the ways we used to take each other to court
5 year sentence
Should be all that our excuses bought
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Just a minute before you leave
You haven't seen this thing I have up my sleeve
You haven't heard me out, now,
Don't you scream and shout
I'm a minute man without a doubt
Just a minute ma'm I need a reprieve
I need to take a minute out
I need the time to breathe
Don't try and make it out
Like it was only me you can do without
When we both know
Where the vipers breed
Just a minute before you shoot someone
Just a minute before you pick up that gun
It takes just a minute to think twice
And reflect on the consequences of a human sacrifice
We all are minutemen - living on the clock
Don't have no time to talk
Gotta catcha ship, sport, before it leaves the dock
My time is down to sixty seconds
No second hand time to be reckoned
I've only got 60 seconds worth of time
Well whose time are you wasting?
Yours or mine?
I'm a minute man
Gone in a minute ma'am
Ready when you are
Leave it to me
I'm a minuteman, just a minute ma'am
I'll be finished in a jiffy, let me wash off this squiffy
And calm down the dog in the pound
Just a minute ma'am, I'm a minuteman, it takes me time
To find my feet, I have to take aim, fire and hold
It's done in a minute that's the thing
Don't try to rush me man, or push the can
I'm a minuteman but I don't have time to spare
I'm on the second hand, down to sixty seconds and
It takes me longer if I can't find my flare
Let me be frank, I've got to thank
My forefathers for getting me here
But I can't be sanct
Tified if I'm ranked among the four
fastest firers in my band
I'm down to the wire, on the cutting edge
If you think I'm a hirer, then I'll cut your hedge
I'll be gone in a minute, and out on a ledge
Ready with musket a ball and a pledge
To protect those I serve
To stand up for our rights
Against the kingsmen whom the minutemen fight
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sun down in the west
With the children breathing fumes
And choking on the China
Porcelaine news
Sundown on the West
And on all existence
As we wander into an uncertain age
Of Tv crews abuse
Sun down on the West
And the factories spewing toxins
In water streams for us to consume
And they it is all for the best
Sun down in the west
With the birds flying backwards
And the fishing lying on their backs
Breathing their last
Sun Down in the West
Oh see this life's lifelessness
We all struggle for righteousness
But are consumed by greed
Sun down in the West and my figures
Crack, are thrown on the wasteland
Of disease
And the scrap yard of broken dreams
Sundown on the West
Men lie broken shoulder to shoulder
Capitalism is not blest
They find as they get older
Sun down in the West
Communism's beast growls
Somewhere in the East
Hungry for the rest
Sun down in the West
And it is all fools gold
Chasing after what has sold
And what we never really need
Sun down in the West
The promise of a dream
Crumbling in the scenes
Of Mountains and Mississipi
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Rooks in the Ash tree
The tree is their castle
See them move their pieces
Across the green field of play
Surrounding the Magpie
Picking a fight
Pawn to the Bishop
Queen takes the knight
The Rooks are in their castle keep
Black figures move one way, grim-reap
picking and gleaning
All around white sheep
And swans in their thrones
Sitting like pearly kings and queens of the ditches
Who's seen their riches?
Not me,
Probably the crows know
And the Magpies steal them
And the Robins chortle
The wrens pip-pip in high pitched alarm
As farmers with pitch forks walk through the farm
Still the Rooks are in their castle
Building it with twigs
Collecting, forming parliaments
Of the Tories and the Whigs
Democracy is played out
Like the theory of chess
But in reality, it conforms less
To the rules than to wildness
Where it's all for one,
But in numbers they are strong
These Rooks, these crooks
In their Ash towers they scheme and plan
Their next move,
How can they capture the Queen?
How can they move into new territories unseen?
Then all at once they will be on your windowsill
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sun down in the West
Sun up in the East
We've taken the very best
Left little for the hungry beast
But there’s much more
So much more to explore
Yes now we are on the new frontier
And they are riding in on their horses
Sundown in the West
In the last of the dying rays
We'll say look how we were blest
Back in the good old days
And everyone loves a sunset
Everyone loves nostalgic regret
But there's no time to sleep yet
For on the rise is a bloody pet
She's been kept sleeping
Like a dragon under a mountain
But her dormant dreaming
Will awaken in a fountain
And the shower of her volcano
Will turn the sky a blood red glow
Sundown in the West
While from the East the dragon's breath grows
Sun down in the West
And we hold onto lifelessness
And riches that we seize
In our hands covered in grease
For no one here is innocent
We all have blood on our hands
And who are we to call a spade a spade
When we let grass grow over our own graves
Sun down in the West
Tears roll down the chest
Of Iron man who tried his best
And Superman's uncle
Who are these heroes
Who have turned to zeroes
In the eyes of those
Re-assessing civilizations
Take the log from out your own eye
Before you point out the stick in mine
Let ye who is without sin cast the first stone
And in the cemetery of all those unknown
I walk to find peace of mind
Away from the city's drone
Sundown on the West
All we have are nation myths
Standing up like white cliffs
As the sun goes down over the ocean
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Well I walked in the night,
Yes I walked it was so bright
When I walked in the light
Of the Mars Rover
And it seemed like a dream
Oh this planet in the solar stream
That shines its Red beam
Like the Mars Rover
Oh now have you seen
All the things that it has seen?
With its eyes like lasar beams
Oh the Mars Rover
And it comes on oh so strong
Through the dark night and the storm
That blows its sudden winds
Past the Mars Rover
And we all must pray
To see that Rover back one day
When his long journey is finally over
Oh the Mars Rover
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Bang goes my head
And I wake up in my bed
Bang goes my head
And I've forgotten what you said
Should I leave or should I go?
Bang goes my head, it goes
Bang, bang bang against the wall
Knock, knock knock knock agianst the door
And the Sea gulls cry above
The vast waste of sea
Bang bang it goes again
Against the glass ceiling of the sky
Against all the places that I try
To get a job, and bang, bang goes my head
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.