crap!

i'v got a mile to run,
and it should be fun.

that's my last mile,
and i'll do it in style.

i'll pour into self SOCO,
n babe you say ready,steady GO!

i think i'll snort too,
and in the end i'l be blue!

this is my last mile so sue,
i'll do all and i'll do it true!

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sk y & 1

part I

Remember a child by the sea shore asking the sea blue,
will there be a day when the sky will no more be true !

Happenings in eternity are there for you to behold,
n if you live the time there will be a day when it folds!

Where were you when it was ice and of white splendour,
And then we melted,for the whales n renewed vigour!

And my sky left his darkened moods and came blue,
Those days young and love knew nothing but true!


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letters from near,place close enough to hear.

yet had to write,as her eyes turn mine white.

some sort of fear,aaargh! when'll it all be clear?

when'll it be right?why still my nails i bite?

it's still return to sender,it's been the same since summer.
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fever...

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!

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

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.

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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"