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They're dancing in the alley
Wearing clown
masks
Calling for peace
What are we going to be?
Little Liza
Little Liza Jane

The west is burning
The east is drowning
What are we going to be?
Little Liza
Little Liza Jane

The night is broken
The day is howling
The moon is rising
Nightblooming Jasmine
the air is alive

We're all sweating in endless summer
The heat is on
Though we're freezing cold
What's it going to be?
Little Liza
Little Liza Jane

Grinding poverty
Those that have the money live
Those that don't die
That's the way it is
What's it going to be?
Little Liza
Little Liza Jane

Trying to remember
Love is all we know
All we know.
What's it going to be?
Little Liza
Little Liza Jane
Little Liza Jane, an American folksong, done many times, in many ways. My version. Originally published in 1916, but goes back before that.
besides a fool my one goal
is to be a happy one,
not someone's tool
but a grace calm nothing in
this cruel universe can touch me
here,
in this smilingly no care at all
omniverse,
one!
I aim to be carefree as a lark
an April fool every day
shark who sees
beyond his Id and ego
into the
blue sky at night.
Test every smile with
a bit of larceny
and wink,
wink wildly,
at destiny.
just visiting
   every once in the while
                this exotic place
where dreams take shape
again

along treelines
   very near the coastal plains
                a time once where ships
had sails and lives were
placed

by visionaires
   painting psalms as true stories
               and dreams as real life
morals with plans to make
more

in the future
    as sticks and sands and
             and waders in the blue surf
lapping at ankles call the
shore

home as the sailor seeks
      his love when the sails have folded
              the salt washed in fresh waters
again a sip of barley
seek

amore'
I changed my mind for a second in time
And then said no
I'm getting better
But pains my home
I can't flee from you
Feel free from you
Cutting up my knees
Frolicking through the trees
A grin crossed my face
I pirouetted with the sun
I appreciated the iota of things
I realized that to me beautiful was broken
I was a token of a messy art
I realized I was too fragile to remove the dart from my heart
It poisons me and the demons are raging
Plunged in mind
They'll only dream leaving me
I'm in a nightmare you call life
I call myself a ghost cause I've been drained of strength
I'm like noodles being strained
I told myself I'd try to be happy
But all I feel is pain
Tailspin met a whirlpool
The whirlpool met a bigger storm
The storm met the ocean
And I was borne
I know I said I would write something happy but ... that's just not the way I feel
I am so sad
because of your sadness
You said,
"My heart hurts today
I'm really sad"

I'd see your heart
I'd read your heart
I'd hear your heart
I'd touch your heart
I'd stay in your heart
I'd feel the pain of your heart
Can I love you though I'm apart?
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