The path's deviation a lifetime's privation
Some degradation.
Like the spinning of yarns
Like spiders in barns
Like old men and soldiers I am tied to the boulders
Like Marley and chains
Like toothache and pains and loss with no gains
Here come the rains.
Like I'm ticked off with this
Like no Woman no kiss and no one to miss.
Like snakes that go hiss I crawl and I writhe
I tell terrible lies like I'm a prince not a pauper
Like I've two sons not a daughter.
It’s like I'm not to blame
There’s something wrong with my brain
Like I'm mad or insane.
Like a slow moving train or a triangular mangle
An obtuse acute angle.
Like I've done this before and put out like a *****
Like the clothes that I wore
Like my teeth again sore.
I am a transient being I don’t like what I'm seeing
In the mirror I look and like the words in a book
Which crackle and shackle my feet to the ground
I hear the witches cackle but I can’t make a sound.
Like a flute that’s gone mute or a trombone with no tone
I dangle my hope I don’t think I can cope.
Like the suns shining rays
Like I've burnt out my days so now I sit and I laze
Remembering faces and place coverings and carapaces.
Hiding in shells
Hiding from yells.
Like I'm missing life out but then it gives me a shout
And says come and stand in the light
Like get out of your night and walk into the dawning
Now is your morning.
Dance and be part of the beat of your heart
Like you were weak but be strong
Like you'll not wait for long
For your plate to be filled.
The earth in your soil tilled and what will grow there
Is a whole crop of care and a piece of the part
Of the birth of your start.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
The path's deviation a lifetime's privation
Some degradation.
Like the spinning of yarns
Like spiders in barns
Like old men and soldiers I am tied to the boulders
Like Marley and chains
Like toothache and pains and loss with no gains
Here come the rains.
Like I'm ticked off with this
Like no Woman no kiss and no one to miss.
Like snakes that go hiss I crawl and I writhe
I tell terrible lies like I'm a prince not a pauper
Like I've two sons not a daughter.
It’s like I'm not to blame
There’s something wrong with my brain
Like I'm mad or insane.
Like a slow moving train or a triangular mangle
An obtuse acute angle.
Like I've done this before and put out like a *****
Like the clothes that I wore
Like my teeth again sore.
I am a transient being I don’t like what I'm seeing
In the mirror I look and like the words in a book
Which crackle and shackle my feet to the ground
I hear the witches cackle but I can’t make a sound.
Like a flute that’s gone mute or a trombone with no tone
I dangle my hope I don’t think I can cope.
Like the suns shining rays
Like I've burnt out my days so now I sit and I laze
Remembering faces and place coverings and carapaces.
Hiding in shells
Hiding from yells.
Like I'm missing life out but then it gives me a shout
And says come and stand in the light
Like get out of your night and walk into the dawning
Now is your morning.
Dance and be part of the beat of your heart
Like you were weak but be strong
Like you'll not wait for long
For your plate to be filled.
The earth in your soil tilled and what will grow there
Is a whole crop of care and a piece of the part
Of the birth of your start.
Wrote this in Jan 2011..haha and thankfully still as mad as a box of monkeys.
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