#pinkfloyd
I keep listening to time
Beating hearts and endless rhymes
And it all sounds so sublime
Much more real than the last wind
And my records just keep spinning
With the earth and every new thing
Now we're back to where we started
But it's different, clouds have parted
It made so much sense before
But every day it just makes more
Now I start to understand
As the sand falls through my hands
Making gestures small and grand
As we all keep getting older
Through the chaos and disorder
No sense pining in the oak groves
For the flowers that we once knew
At the bottom of our dark brews
Bitters floating on the surface
As I drink another purchase
And reflect upon the purpose
Of each sip as it slides down
Always forwards, never backwards
Only rising never pouring,
Twirling, twirling, twirling, soaring!
Doesn't matter if you're gripping
If you're sweaty, if you're slipping
If you're wide eyed, always tripping
We all keep trucking on
And I always feel so strong
Like I understand the song
Finally, but not for long
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 4:17 PM UTC
I've got a little black book, with my poems in it
I've got the wind to rock me to sleep
I've got a perpetually dying radio
That brings the news to me
I've got everything I need up in this tree
This tree I live in on my own
I've got books and **** and mobile phones
I've got a little two burner stove
I've got a bright new perspective
And every new day
I know that I'm not all alone
There are squirrels, and birds
And bugs up here
It feels like everybody is home.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 3:29 PM UTC
The magnitude and brilliance of
Your luminescence
Is captured in the formula for light!
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V•B = 0 🌤
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V•D = pv ☀️
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V x H = J + —-- ☄️
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Shine on you crazy Diamond!
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
Alone here
In dark, impenetrable power
I'm named after my faces
"White light into seven colours"
Written directly on this
Prism wall
It follows a rhythm of my heartbeat
And yet I feel
I don't know me at all
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
I recall, caramel mocha frappe
Taste was good and that's about all
I recall, delusional chemistry
Breaking up seven times and making up six.
I recall, English 101
Meant to be in high school but stuck in eighth grade with me.
I recall, A Wing
An Amazon
I recall, freshman orientation
Handprint staircases
I recall, Spanish class
Skipping lunch to digest some knowledge in the biblioteca
I recall, Chick Fil A in a mall
Back of a car with a handful
I recall, sneaking out with the boys
Upset over Pink Floyd for the wrong reasons
I recall, a trip down memory lane
Writing a poem
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC
Goodbye cruel world
take away my soul.
I wanna go home
this sunny day,
a rock and roll refugee.
The silent reproach
your favourite disguise.
Put through the shredder
in perfect isolation.
Swollen hand blues,
fat and psychopathic.
No drugs to calm me.
Tight as a tourniquet,
a warm thrill of confusion
coming through in waves.
Itchy feet and fading smiles
put me in the firing line.
Toys in the attic
fill the empty spaces -
a snapshot in a surrogate band.
Is there anybody out there,
in this brave new world?
No dark sarcasm hid behind
some mad bugger's wall?
Time to go.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
I travel trough the heavy rain
I sit lonesome on a lonely train
I play blues
These days are grey, these nights are blue
my mind keeps coming back to you
I play the blues
I travel with desire
Past houses lit on fire
I play jazz
Windows lit by sundown
My train-seat old and rundown
I play jazz
Rainbow roads in colored blurr
Pretty little towns I'm sure
I play swing
Past mirror waves and open sky
My stomach tingles, wonder why I
Play swing
***** feet on ***** train
Skin so white I see my veins
I play punk
Impatient taps and flickering lights
Soon the day will turn to night
I play punk
Head in the clouds, mind at ease
Longing for the morning breeze
I play Pink Floyd
Memories hanging from branches
Passengers sharing brief glances
I play Pink Floyd
I'm coming home, I'm on my way, but I travel still...
I travel not by force... yet not by will
Music of choise as soundtrack to the silent film
beyond the windowsill
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
Feeling the thrum of ignorance and bliss warm my veins
and the cadence of rebellious refrain guide my steps
I can't imagine feeling any worse or better than I do right now.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
Nice to meet you
I think I've seen
You roaming the halls
Chewing your thumb
And muttering some Pink Floyd song
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
A band without an audience
Two thousand years of history
An amphitheater
Vesuvius still is trembling
It always echoes through time
Eternity on the run
I hear **down, down. Down, down.
The star is screaming**
It shares its greatest secrets
Its always us and them
**And in the end
We're only ordinary men
How do you feel?
And if your head explodes with dark forboding too**
From the dark side of the moon
We'll set the controls for the heart of the sun
And call to you across the sky
We end to become echoes again
Vesuvius
Still
Trembles
At the glory of our music
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♫♪♪♪♫♪
Sight up eclipsed cerebral cells,
let King Selassie spark a blaze.
Drink of the Truth from lunar wells
lighting up shadows, as it plays…
Invade the cold abandoned hells
with transcendental roundelays
and let reality move on through
until our testament renew…
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
The picnic bench foils under the body weight of my half drunk self
There is a cat cuddling up to me, with her tail
Pink Floyd plays in the background, as the cat brushes up against my legs
Brings a feeling like something of the loch ness Nessie
Shirley sits beside me, watching the night sky
And focussing on my presence and cigarette smoke
I pet her, and she stays
Smoke and inhale
The cars bustle by
The final places of another busy day
The wall is built and she stays beside me
But she now has disappeared
Inhale, exhale
Smoke my smoke
And drink my 4th beer
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon...
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
A restless eye across a weary room
A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
The music played and played as we whirled without end
No hint, no word her honour to defend
I will, I will she sighed to my request
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test
Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire
I lead the way to the funeral pyre
And without a thought of the consequence
I gave in to my decadence
One slip, and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret, you won't forget,
There'll be no sleep in here tonight
Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown
The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone
One slip, and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret, you won't forget,
There'll be no sleep in here tonight
One slip ... one slip
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
It seems that I am indeed
Just another lost soul
Perhaps Floyd was right
Maybe the world is a fishbowl
But you see, the trouble
In all of this nonsense
Is that I still hope to see
You hop over my fence
Please tear down my wall
Oh, won't you come in?
I've been feeling comfortable
Yet numb, dismissing my sin
So what are we?
Essentially good, or not?
Do you find favor in Socrates?
Is Nietzche's idea the one you bought?
Let's question, let us wonder
Should my thoughts go assunder
Don't tip or toe, or go tumbling under
Nevermind the noise, it's just thunder
Get caught up in the spark
The rigid structure of light
Because you are alive
So live this gift of your life
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Bullets were made music to their ears
Bad music is all I say
The loud,unrythmic music
That took 142 lives away
Those child were holding a pen
The other party were holding gun
They said "pen is powerful than gun"
There,the lives were gone
Inhumane,
Souless ,
Cruel ************ I would say
Oh ! What have they gave
And what they took away
They might not even have had a dream
That they will become something one day
Numbness everywhere
Background plays Floyd
' The child has grown
The dream is gone......
I have become comfortably numb'
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
It's amazing the difference a piece of cloth can make
Could it be that his scarf is really all that it takes
For me to blissfully leave the pain in this world
With the softness of this scarf around my fingers curled.
He gave it once, then I stole it again
I was slightly surprised he didn't complain
Now its absence has left inside me a void
That can only be filled by his scarf and Pink Floyd.
It's kind of amusing that I want to return
Back to that school, if only to yearn
And notice as my pain away can be carved
Just by feeling the softness of his scarf.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
(So Ya
Thought Ya
Might like to Go to the Show)
When night glows with smiles
The youngs looks up to old
And we bow down and we clap
and we dance, tears sneak down
And the clouds are all drained
The sun could never be gone.
Seasons change, dreams are forgotten
The band was the sun.
Such warmth only with their rays.
The crowd revived the town
Closer we are more than ever now
The sound smoked with lights
The band was twinkling somewhere out
Sleepy eyes in my head
I was there and somewhere
I could feel me in sweat
I was marching high and
could hear chanting of Om.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC