It was a ten cent city
Hell bent on destruction
The lip of the pin down alls the hair
It was a tent city
A city of resurrection
And skirts that lifted churches
Up from the shadows of dispair
It was a pauper's paradise
A gold digger's salvation
At the corporate price
Of little sanitation
And they sold their wares
Just as long as their stares
On a field of nothing
And a hiding to nowhere
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Yes it was there
Was it water
Was it wine
Was it yours
Or was it mine?
Well we were there
The bread was spare
I took nothing
But your time
I am a thief of that at least
Time robbery was my crime
pieces of a life
That we'd been through
I kept the chunks
That belonged to me and you
Now it is washed
In deepest blue
It could've been me
But it was always you
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
In life it seems you can either be a master of puppets
Or a pastor of muppets
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
People are people
They've got to live
All about the mulberry bush
With a bottle full of fizz
In the eighteenth hole
Putting off the green
Who cares scares in the bunker
In tears, in tears
Living in the real world
Real people, real people
I want to be real
I'm an imaginary deal
Let it rip like thunder
The sport of the cracking willow
Feel the rain upon my face
Keep the wind as my pillow
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
You can say I'm better
Or you can say I am the same,
I would love you better if you could
remember my name
Name, I want to live forever
No, I want to die in a flame
Come on write me a letter
People remember my name
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Away, all away now
Oh you throw it all away
Well I've seen it all before
Like a desert floor
When you've thrown
It all away
Away, oh away now
Throw it all away
See that open door
Watch the ocean pour
When you have thrown
It all away
Away, all away now
You have thrown it all away
Well in the roll of a dice
Between the fire and the ice
When you've thrown it
All away
Away, oh away now
Throw it all awy
Like so many times before
Could've been rich but now you're poor
Because you've thrown
It all away
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Drip, drop
warmth of Spain in your pale cream
Milk white warm
And sadness for the year that's been
But like a mother's breast
Full of life giving
For the year to come
Miniature brothers
Miniature sisters go
walking through the forest
Praising the cool silent winter Earth
Healing flower footsteps
Bloom in their path
Praising the life of this good Earth
What purity you can read
In their books of green leaves
Standing up like flutes or reeds
But heads bowed down
In prayer, humility
Or perhaps
Just loving the Earth
As it smiles on them
In it's darkest months
Growing them in its womb
Like eggs, their bulbs will
burst forth in birth
Growing strong with Mother Earth's milk
Snow white babies crying out in joy
Snow white children running through the woods
In their snowshoes girl and boy
Telling all the fairy tales of childhood
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.