seems a long time since i had fever,
maybe i'm gettin a little too clever.
varied degrees of assumption leading,
in all methods to reduce me wheezing!
maybe cos sweet little gal, sally berry,
prevented me from taking her in a hurry.
treated me as a little experiment,bitch!
glad she did so anyway,saved me the itch!
seems a long time since i had fever,
ah!maybe i lost the urge to ride her.
every excuse was tried to evade beddin,
and in the end i had to do with leavin!
sure as it might be,it left me teary,
yet i carried on like a mustang weary!
there's a twinkle in my eye,i'm rich..
few men,left half alive..after havin a witch!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
residue..
every year is getting shorter,and i'm going nowhere. the sense of direction i was bestowed as a kid seems to have wandered away on turnin 18. i run around in circles never knowin what to do,and where to go.
but,there is no sense of bein lost,there is no urgency to find the road,my feet are happy bein led by an aimless mind.this forest seems like a desert at times,and the animals no longer respond to human sightins,and the silence is killing me.
i'm hurt,hurt there's no one who went out in search of me,no one who tried to find me!
i do not exist or i'v been given up for dead,an easy option i know,but what good was i anyway to be searched for,what of my worth have i proven?
did i leave love behind? or is she dancin good riddance.i remember a gal not long ago who remembers me not,though we had a good thing goin,and then i found her leavin, caught a plane to some foreign land,and not before she crashed my little plane.
i still,walked on and that should be about when i lost myself,but there was a mirage and i believed it,beleived to see a maiden dancin,dancin like no tommorow,guess she lost love nd is in all sorrow,so i sit down.
i pick my guitar,hum a tune...and join her in her sorrow,as she danced and i played,till the night took us down,and i slept with the strenght of her magnolia perfume.As i wake the mornin after..all that is left is residue
Friday, December 26, 2008
for my bad days!
bad days!
peace is an afterthought.
in hindsight i'm a scourge.
the world is out to get me.
running away is not my style.
i've lost many a time before.
loosing hurts,it really does.
love,life,friends and yes death.
are nasty,brutish,cunnin n short!
i'll come when it's my turn.
out of turn could piss my angel off.
and when i come do not wait,run.
for the jesus is not my lord.
and i'll take your eye for my eye,
your heart for mine and i do what i say!
you are going far,but keep lookin.
the rear view mirror will show me soon.
your foot on the accelerator,
turn turn n turn,yet i'll catch you.
for what i'v to do i do,i ain't the;
Forgetting Kind.
peace is an afterthoght.
buy it from me not.
i'll come sooner or later,
to take what i'v to take.
watch your rear view mirror.
i'm coming soon.
for all my bad days.
?
it's cold on top of me mountain,
they told me 'get on top' n see far,
well they had me goin far to be here,
n to think this is where Shangri La's to be.
on a plain i stood not many days ago,
built a home on a plateau for peace,
to be far a from human disease.
but walls around and maidens surrounded,
don't give the pleasures of heaven,whatever they maybe.
enchanted and entrapped by thoughts of generations past,
of a time of honour,valour,a time of excitement n undyin love,
when i could've died for a word or been killed by a gentler sword.
seekin heights n a fresher breeze,left me no choice but be infected,
first,of a disease they called curiosity n to find why mountains are a no no.
"Y are there no roses on top of this mountain?why is everythin so white n of hardened softness?"
in science and in peace,aren't them mountains our youngest sinners sir?
young and allurin forever to men is the deadliest of all sins i say,
to let no life n love grow and kill the sweetest of smiles.aye.
selfish and a cold stranger to visitors n to think,the lord,
built the heavens on top of the mountains of the east,
i'm gettin weary at last,the hunger has changed.
from that for heights n glory to that for sanity.
wells it too late for saner times now.
i'm on top n all alone,but this lonely tree gives,
a shade for two,n the only one friend i knew left me,
tryin to tie me to the ground and beggin for the rose in hand.
Tryin to b a man n brought up on lies on heights.
" look the flowers,oh look at 'em butterflies,
i see all,apples n peaches,the warm sun."
"al alone for me on my mountain top,
Damn the old folk who lied n died,
I ain't goin back home now"
they told me 'get on top' n see far,
well they had me goin far to be here,
n to think this is where Shangri La's to be.
on a plain i stood not many days ago,
built a home on a plateau for peace,
to be far a from human disease.
but walls around and maidens surrounded,
don't give the pleasures of heaven,whatever they maybe.
enchanted and entrapped by thoughts of generations past,
of a time of honour,valour,a time of excitement n undyin love,
when i could've died for a word or been killed by a gentler sword.
seekin heights n a fresher breeze,left me no choice but be infected,
first,of a disease they called curiosity n to find why mountains are a no no.
"Y are there no roses on top of this mountain?why is everythin so white n of hardened softness?"
in science and in peace,aren't them mountains our youngest sinners sir?
young and allurin forever to men is the deadliest of all sins i say,
to let no life n love grow and kill the sweetest of smiles.aye.
selfish and a cold stranger to visitors n to think,the lord,
built the heavens on top of the mountains of the east,
i'm gettin weary at last,the hunger has changed.
from that for heights n glory to that for sanity.
wells it too late for saner times now.
i'm on top n all alone,but this lonely tree gives,
a shade for two,n the only one friend i knew left me,
tryin to tie me to the ground and beggin for the rose in hand.
Tryin to b a man n brought up on lies on heights.
" look the flowers,oh look at 'em butterflies,
i see all,apples n peaches,the warm sun."
"al alone for me on my mountain top,
Damn the old folk who lied n died,
I ain't goin back home now"
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
P. speaks!
my time was short,my words shorter,and deeds (none i remember )!
i had a face (you didn't see) ,i had a phase (passing.but you did see)!
you had me down,i played my part (that of a clown),yet i saw a frown!
i talk well (no fault of mine),with all i do not gel (in part,fault's mine)!
i have words in my mouth(they come out),don't put in any (from the south)!
i remember what i said (i'v to),or in these parts i'll be dead!
but politics is a game (know to play),if not i'll have to tame (careful what you say)!
you come to me sleazy (how cheap),i'm not that crazy (i was taught to leap)!
there's no space for vanity,and i'm not falling for flattery!
you might find a zombie for help,but when a bee stings,even dogs yelp!
we are all young,the paths we tread narrow....then why to rubber we be hung?
i've a cold cold heart....worse...i hate it when in my face someone does fart!
it's easy come easy go (for me),you hit me from below (just cos i got balls)!
my balls have always got me trouble,but (since i've them) i'm also humble!
so if you haven't any...or if they are gone..don't get someone's on a loan!
i had a face (you didn't see) ,i had a phase (passing.but you did see)!
you had me down,i played my part (that of a clown),yet i saw a frown!
i talk well (no fault of mine),with all i do not gel (in part,fault's mine)!
i have words in my mouth(they come out),don't put in any (from the south)!
i remember what i said (i'v to),or in these parts i'll be dead!
but politics is a game (know to play),if not i'll have to tame (careful what you say)!
you come to me sleazy (how cheap),i'm not that crazy (i was taught to leap)!
there's no space for vanity,and i'm not falling for flattery!
you might find a zombie for help,but when a bee stings,even dogs yelp!
we are all young,the paths we tread narrow....then why to rubber we be hung?
i've a cold cold heart....worse...i hate it when in my face someone does fart!
it's easy come easy go (for me),you hit me from below (just cos i got balls)!
my balls have always got me trouble,but (since i've them) i'm also humble!
so if you haven't any...or if they are gone..don't get someone's on a loan!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
coyote....
Look at me Coyote
Don't let a little road dust put you off
You can't judge a book
Well you know that stuff
There's a tear in my upholstery
And a hole in my shoe
But don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
You can't catch me Coyote
Though there may be blood on the tracks
There may be some bridges burning
Behind our backs
But I got my laundry on the backseat
And an itinerary too
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Now I'm a speck on your horizon
Getting smaller fast
An ambush wouldn't be surprising
I hope it's better than your last
Once again the roadrunner
Leaves the coyote in the dust
You've got another plan of action
But we all know it ain't never gonna work
It must be hard having dog dreams
That never come true
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
_Coyote___Mark Knopler
Sunday, August 3, 2008
whitherin' youth.
i've been wandering as a result of which i've started wondering at the sad state of affairs the young man's heart is having. an young man should by the laws of nature or as i see it be full of life,must be having all the good things nature has bestowed on him/and the earth. i say if a young man isn't smiling or brimming with joy there is something wrong with the world. the world is right when the young are restless and the young feel the urge to be naughty (a diplomatic usage). the young rebel,the aged try to cage them,this is the way it should be,and that is when a cat is a cat and a mouse a mouse.
look around and i did,i saw no youth as an young romantic! where have all the "life is an open road" / "flower children" / "heroes" gone? we have lost the young man to history. Yes the " Establishment " has won....the 21st century will go down in history as the ' age of the establishment '. And with it " innocence has ended ".
the young were not polluted when young in the good old days i guess,but today it seems they come polluted....... the process of growing up in a system then " hating the system " and dying a "martyr" / changing it / attempt to change then fail / loving it (in some cases in the past,like George Orwell's 1984) doesn't happen anymore!
the stage of "questioning the establishment " happens no more,the system has changed so much,it has a place in it for the "rebels" too......a new kinda boxing bag given to the young to vent out their anger...so they can let loose and still love the system,if you want to "box" go box with the system rather than hit at the bag provided.
but the young are contended to do as asked,it's the system that asks questions now,not the rebels....."the end of history as stated by fukuyama was due to the fall of communism" but let me ask you isn't communism a romantic dream that smittens the young at first (not lookin at the leaders,they are old)......so if communism ended that means the young have lost the romanticism in their nature,for that political ideology thrives in this more than anything.
so history died yesterday,when the youth stoppoed dreaming of a place outside the system and started building castles in the air of homes in the system. the world thrives on change...and it's the youth that bring it, you can throw arguments like so long as science exists there will be change,i ask you will you guarantee me that science will give this worl a new generation of "flower children"/ "hell's angels" / or even " a rebel without a cause" ?
look around and i did,i saw no youth as an young romantic! where have all the "life is an open road" / "flower children" / "heroes" gone? we have lost the young man to history. Yes the " Establishment " has won....the 21st century will go down in history as the ' age of the establishment '. And with it " innocence has ended ".
the young were not polluted when young in the good old days i guess,but today it seems they come polluted....... the process of growing up in a system then " hating the system " and dying a "martyr" / changing it / attempt to change then fail / loving it (in some cases in the past,like George Orwell's 1984) doesn't happen anymore!
the stage of "questioning the establishment " happens no more,the system has changed so much,it has a place in it for the "rebels" too......a new kinda boxing bag given to the young to vent out their anger...so they can let loose and still love the system,if you want to "box" go box with the system rather than hit at the bag provided.
but the young are contended to do as asked,it's the system that asks questions now,not the rebels....."the end of history as stated by fukuyama was due to the fall of communism" but let me ask you isn't communism a romantic dream that smittens the young at first (not lookin at the leaders,they are old)......so if communism ended that means the young have lost the romanticism in their nature,for that political ideology thrives in this more than anything.
so history died yesterday,when the youth stoppoed dreaming of a place outside the system and started building castles in the air of homes in the system. the world thrives on change...and it's the youth that bring it, you can throw arguments like so long as science exists there will be change,i ask you will you guarantee me that science will give this worl a new generation of "flower children"/ "hell's angels" / or even " a rebel without a cause" ?
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