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  Sep 2017 woolgather
SøułSurvivør
^¡^

little girl gets angry
hits a boy at school
sent home by the principle
'cos she broke the rules
this was most unfortunate
with liquor on his breath
her father pulled his belt out
and beat her half to death

none of us have halos
none of us have wings
none of us are "there" yet
as the choir sings
our minds are set on stupid
we think of earthly things
no, none of us have halos
none of us have wings


Johnny, feeling hurt inside,
takes his tournequet
pours his lady snow out
to fix himself a hit
he didn't know how strong it was
that it could do him harm
he dies in a public bathroom
with a needle in his arm

[CHORUS]

dad has had a kind of lapse
he had an affair
mom just up and left him
divorced him then and there
now his little girl has bruises
'cos of liquor in his head
due to a wife who left him
his son, Johnny, is dead


have you graduated?
with a high degree
in personal perfection?
if not, then let it be
I don't claim to be flying
as my transgression clings
'cos none of have halos

none of us have wings



SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/12/2017
As some may know I'm in a bit of a tussle. I don't hold my detractor ill-will. I'd just like to make the obvious statement.

NOBODY'S PERFECT!

I'm willing to let bygones be bygones.
I was wrong in some respects, too.

I apologize for not reading much. I'm actually studying some scripture, so I'm limited as to what I read.

I'll be back reading soon.

♡L♡O♡V♡E  Y♡O♡U  A♡L♡L♡
  Sep 2017 woolgather
nivek
I could sell you a gun
you could sell me some death

I could sell you some death
you could sell me your soul.

they say its all in the Hood
that place of Gangsters

but I will tell you
all those Gangsters, have mothers

mothers not selling guns
mothers not bearing death.
  Sep 2017 woolgather
nivek
We will all meet on, Pink Floyds 'Dark side of the Moon'
the red of Mars dust, that talented Human who composed, 'The Planets'
Zoom in to all those unanswered questions, and discover there are no answers, because ultimately there will be no questions.
Music will surely be our defence when confronted with our own uselessness, a song, a tune remembered from our childhood
a nursery rhyme, where Once upon a time,begins with' Happy ever after'.
  Sep 2017 woolgather
phil roberts
The moon and all the stars
Know how hard I tried
Though you never will
Only the sun and sky
Know my sorrow
Because I keep it to myself

As images and hopes fade
And dreams turn to black and white
The story will always be fresh
Within the heart of me

There are those who know me
And those who think they do
But no-one knows my pain
My own precious secret

                                   By Phil Roberts
woolgather Sep 2017
Locked into each other's eyes
And gave a smile;
Yet never uttered a word;

Cloaked in alibis
Faking a want so agile;
Vague and awkward, spurred;

Believe obvious lies,
Add to the pile;
Waning thoughts, absurd;

Melancholic sighs
Stare at the mile
Scream feelings never heard;

Pain albeit nice
Comforting yet vile;
Hoping to happen; cursed;

This wish is a vice
A corundum out of style;
Punishing; forgiving; stern.
I saw you today

I just miss you more

Even if I know I mean nothing
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