knight_marshall
Bluelighter
it seems to be the thing to do...
don't know about me but how about you?
Do you like them? Are they shit?
Feel free to tell me they're poo.
rather than posting them over time, here are the poems I have so far decided that one day I might put together into a book, if I ever get the opportunity.
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Only On Paper
As reality
gets the best of me
I give myself up
to set myself free.
A vasectomy
on the lies I see
will show me the truth
of who I must be.
L.S.D.
Morning tea
whichever you chose
it is chosen by thee.
So to set myself free
and get the best of me
I give myself up
to reality.
I
Sad Days
I love the way I have to play
A sad assed song that last's so long
I end up happy instead of crappy
I am king kong, and always wrong.
It's time to take shit off my plate
And time to see what sets me free
And time to know the path to go
To enforce blame without any shaming thee
So where do we go when we do not know
and what do we do when we don't have a clue
and which way do we turn, to these things learn
when there is no truth, how do you find proof
you don't...
The Eternal Path Of Light
Between the stars
above our heads
the never ending
truly never ends
Between our ears
inside our brains
that never ending
drives us insane
Within our logic
in what we know
this never ending
we cannot show
But whether never ending
or forever not
to seek a mending
we cannot stop
Not due to lessons
we've never learnt
or holy scriptures
some of us burnt
It's due to growing
both inside and out
and never believing
without at first some doubt
Unnamed
A cold smile
A dense laugh
An anxious moment
on a missing path
A still presence
An ugly view
An open jail
so emptily true
This dark omnipotence
This week long day
These scattered thoughts
that do betray
A left hand kick
A violent hug
Misguided motions
of this old thug
Endless time
Lost love
Moral crime
in all the above.
Where too next? - this was two poems that work better as one.
There is a bridge of wonder
which I live under
and all night long
the traffic flows.
I will pray for salvation
and I will pray for world peace
but not to Jehova
or his sidekick the beast
My prayer is not worship
nor is it in jest
Meditation of actions
and hope for the rest.
don't know about me but how about you?
Do you like them? Are they shit?
Feel free to tell me they're poo.
rather than posting them over time, here are the poems I have so far decided that one day I might put together into a book, if I ever get the opportunity.
=========================
Only On Paper
As reality
gets the best of me
I give myself up
to set myself free.
A vasectomy
on the lies I see
will show me the truth
of who I must be.
L.S.D.
Morning tea
whichever you chose
it is chosen by thee.
So to set myself free
and get the best of me
I give myself up
to reality.
I
Sad DaysI love the way I have to play
A sad assed song that last's so long
I end up happy instead of crappy
I am king kong, and always wrong.
It's time to take shit off my plate
And time to see what sets me free
And time to know the path to go
To enforce blame without any shaming thee
So where do we go when we do not know
and what do we do when we don't have a clue
and which way do we turn, to these things learn
when there is no truth, how do you find proof
you don't...
The Eternal Path Of Light
Between the stars
above our heads
the never ending
truly never ends
Between our ears
inside our brains
that never ending
drives us insane
Within our logic
in what we know
this never ending
we cannot show
But whether never ending
or forever not
to seek a mending
we cannot stop
Not due to lessons
we've never learnt
or holy scriptures
some of us burnt
It's due to growing
both inside and out
and never believing
without at first some doubt
Unnamed
A cold smile
A dense laugh
An anxious moment
on a missing path
A still presence
An ugly view
An open jail
so emptily true
This dark omnipotence
This week long day
These scattered thoughts
that do betray
A left hand kick
A violent hug
Misguided motions
of this old thug
Endless time
Lost love
Moral crime
in all the above.
Where too next? - this was two poems that work better as one.
There is a bridge of wonder
which I live under
and all night long
the traffic flows.
I will pray for salvation
and I will pray for world peace
but not to Jehova
or his sidekick the beast
My prayer is not worship
nor is it in jest
Meditation of actions
and hope for the rest.
