I don't know where it goes
I don't how it goes
I just know the river flows
From me to you
I don't know how it grows
I don't know how it shows
I just know your garden grows
In greens and blues
I don't know where it goes
I don't know how it flows
I just know time it flies
When I'm with you
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
I went to sleep in a living home
And woke up oh so dead alone
The compressors switched
And whirred around
As the confessors twitched
their words were found
All used like crisp
bags in the town
I believed housed
loved ones
But they were
lost aground
As ships the land
Had swallowed whole
Like Spring, like Summer
And my soul
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
If I just stand there
and do nothing,
What am I?
The Statue of limitations
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
If I had had the time
Oh what I would have done
Placed a bet on the sun
Sucked the brow of a spectral cow
Fallen in love with someone
But alas my time has come
And I must be going on the homeward run
It's time to return from
Whence I've come
The clock has ticked away the seconds
down to none
I must leave, must depart
Through the corners of your eyes
And the chambers of your heart
But keep an eye on me
Keep me in your heart
If only a fleeting memory
For it's from there grows
A new start
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
May Bug in June
You came a little late
The urge wasn't there to break
Through the earth's gate
Too soon
Well heaven is a June sky
Whether it is a day to live
Or a day to love and die
At least you must chance love
Before the dew drop evaporates in
The midsummer hot air
The sun is riding high
The flowers are like violins singing
To the bees
The bees are falling drowsily
In the sleep of honey
Into the sea of nothingness
And everything
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Young crow in the chimney flying away
Come down my chimney
Fall down
Don't fall down
Come down my Chimney tonight
I know that you never intended
To spend so long trapped there
Your nest wasn't best
So it crumbled down
Who are they to say you don't belong
In this town
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
Well you started up on top and then you fell down
Well that is just really queer
I think you should have already left town
So how come it is you're still here?
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
They say a crows flies straight as arrow
and never meanders no never
Even through the gaps straight and so narrow
He flies like a bird of the feather
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
Oh crow, crow
Where did you go?
And how did you come to be here?
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
the pressures down
the rain has fallen
On the town
It's so appalling
How we drown
In sorrow swollen
Like a swallow
Before its travellin
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.