I think I'm an assburger
Some people are assburgers and some
people are hamburgers
Some people in Hamburg
Are Asburgs
But very Few people in Asberg
Are Hamburgers
I think I'm an assburger
Some people are assburgers and some
people are hamburgers
Some people in Hamburg
Are Asburgs
But very Few people in Asberg
Are Hamburgers
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Head or Heart
Right from the start I tried to solve the
Dilemma
A split two ways down the middle
Like a family structure
Without the heart I cannot start, I'd throw it all
To the wind
And dive in
But my head says no not again
To put my life into the hands of someone else
Entirely
Unthinking
Risk it all
But for love,
That's the thing
Then my head, says prepare for anything
Stand on your own two feet and be strong
In the country of your birth
In the town where you were born
And belong?
The sea is romantic to me
But what have I really there?
I can imagine the surfers
And the cool
Brown skin and blonde hair
But would the surf unearth
The worth in gold
IS it all just a shallow reflection
Of what is sold
In glossy magazines
And the shirts and shoes of vans
Can I control culture? , no
But I do not belong to it either
I have no place in England it seems
And Hungary has been the place of my dreams
And it is in my dreams I think and feel
What I can call real
To create a world of the imagination
But not within
This stolid nation
Except without
I'm plagued by doubt
And totally reliant on the trust of relations
And a relationship to sail my boat
Onto firm foundations
If I follow the call of the sirens
I become trapped upon an island
Or I follow the call of the mermaids
And wander out to sea
My other dream to sail the oceans blue
May only ever come true
if I follow that path now
Rather than live in a landlocked country
Like Hungary
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Death is not the final
Destination to which we steer
It is just another passage
Through which we all must clear
But it is harder for a camel to pass
Through the eye of a needle
Than a rich man to get his fat arse
In to heaven's golden steeple
So people if we are to last
We must build a heaven here
On earth
As each day is a blessing vast
Each a new chance at Eden
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I'm gonna look at the people I know
I'm gonna look at the people I've lost
I'm gonna ask
Now where did they go?
While the flowers remember their ghost
I'm gonna wander on down through the rows
I'm gonna shed a tear at the last post
I'm gonna wait in my room for hours
While the flowers remember their ghost
I've not come here to get silly
I've not come to get lost
I've just come on the Billy
And he's just held onto my ghost
Now don't just count me
In hours
When time is the enemy of most
They say kill time before it kills your powers
While the flowers remember their ghost
They say drink wine
They say get a clue
They say what is mine
is yours and that's true
As long as it pours
From Heaven's retinue
Because it falls in buckets and spades on the coast
While flowers remember their ghost
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Well the Jamie Oliver crew
came to dance in the Art bank one day
Most you could say were smug Londoners
But don't let me influence you, hey
No some they were just the landlords or landladies
Owners of properties local
They all wore their beatnik bombers
Leather jackets
or beige jacket potatoes
Really they felt like they were young
When really they were all just middle-agers
They wore vans trainers and danced
Like they weren't just sad
wannabe teenagers
What really means it to be cool?
What when really you're insecure
So you put up a front
And pretend you're not a cunt
When you know
You're just late blooming
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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.
Nice Demeter, Demeter nice
She was the mother of Persephone
persephone phone me, phone me perse,
She was on the dog and bone
Every night to her underground colleagues
Oh they were the "Resistance" at first
Yes Hades raged against Zeus
But then he put on them a curse
And Hades was stuck under a roof
So Persephone his girlfriend went with him
Or you could say he kidnapped her
Kidnapping is a crime on a global scale
Much like Stealing a giant Panda bear
But they didn't have panda diplomacy
Not much at least in ancient Greece
Except it was left up to Pandora herself
To open her own box with her teeth
Now Prometheus he discovered fire
Or you could say he stole it from Zeus
But stealing from Kings is a crime
And gets you locked up which is proof
So Prometheus he was locked to a boulder
While ravens pecked out his liver as truth
Is extracted from a liar by torture
As nature is red in claw and in tooth
But torture is a crime internationally
Just take Guantanamo bay
If you mess with the empire
Such as stealing fire power
Then you better be sure you will pay
So we've learnt our methods from the Gods
We've tried our hand at their game
And you know they were really a bunch of sods
Who really are all much to blame
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
That was how it was until Jesus hit the roof
And literally tore the false Gods from the ceiling
And he said instead turn the other cheek
But who is listening to him now eh?
Christ's way seems to be thought of as weak
And I get the feeling that he must be reeling
Because no one is listening to him speak
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Leaves lie on the ground
Leave me alone man
Take a leaf out of her book
Brook the pain with a leaving look
Leave the train, leave the station
Leave your mother
Leave your destination
Turn over a new leaf
And leaf it through again
Dry leaves are blown
Sometimes
The body is a tree
That has sown
It's seed in me
Sometimes
I am a leaf falling free
Sometimes like
Now
I am a leaf
Upon the ground
My veins stand out
And I feel tread upon
By heels of doubt
Bereft of my strong home
But I did my job
Now I am left alone
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.