Category Archives: Poetry

December 16, 2020

Rock n roll

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Rock n roll

The bands of the sixties and seventies created the best type of rock n roll. Bright eyed youthscollectivelytransformed into mythical greatness.Young rock gods who looked and played their part. Mysterious and appealing, glorious songs about life and love, sometimes subversive and always enthralling.

The lure of the tour. Exciting new places, fame, money, booze and drugs. Plant withhis golden locks, electrifyingandhowling with presence.TheGrace Slickboom or the Jagger walk, presence everything. Mesmerising is Gilmour at Pompeii, blazing guitar and sun, long hair blowing in the breeze. Feeling epitomised by theessence of this musical experimentation.

The sixtiesbegan withpop, but ended in full swing. Rock n roll was evolving, with the likes of Howlin’ Wolf or Muddy Waters influencing the headliners. Some evolved by blending all these sounds, graduatingaway from the pop orientated scene. Whether Sabbath or the Stooges, it was louder, heavier, darker; distortion of old sounds,rock operas and albums that werean…

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December 16, 2020

Death will Chase You Down

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Death will chase you down.

Death won’t ask if you’re done.

Death will chase you down,

The end will come.

Before death knocks hard

Before the final glow.

Are you busy livin,

Or death already know?

Are you busy livin’?

Are you busy tryin’?

Death will chase you down,

Don’t get busy dyin’.

Death will chase you down.

Won’t ask if you’re done.

Death will chase you down.

The end will come.

Does a good woman,

Warm your bed?

Live life with the livin’,

Get out of your head.

If you’re chasin’ death

Demons on the prowl.

Come find the livin’,

And with love we howl.

Death will chase you down.

Won’t ask if you’re done.

Death will chase you down.

The end will come.

When death chases you down

Did you put up a good fight?

Did you make life worth livin’?

Did you get it right?

Death will chase you down.

Death will never forget

Know when you’re done,

In Death, hold no regrets.

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December 16, 2020

Man is a Hunter

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Legs that leave you legless.

Eyes that leave you blind.

Curves that leave you fallin’

Hard for heart and mind.


Man is a hunter.

Riding the thrill.

Peacock his best

Until he has his kill.


Shows off his lair.

Shows off his fire.

Man is a hunter

With wicked desire.


Man is a hunter.

His kill is complete.

Worn down to bone.

No longer a feat.


He will wane desire.

You’ll no longer thrill.

Man is a hunter.

Hunting new kill.

Man is a hunter.

Man is a hunter.

New thrills.

New kills.

Man is a hunter.

Fulfilling his will.

Man is a hunter.

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September 7, 2019

Moment

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Moment

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September 7, 2019

Lost is the Reason

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You see me standing

You see me cry.

Lost is the reason,

lost is the why.

 

Morning is the light,

light should fill the day.

But lost is the reason,

and darkness has it’s way.

 

When you wanna be lovin

When you wanna be givin.

Lost is the reason

For this to be worth livin.

 

My love still has meaning.

I want my years with you.

Do you know the reason

you do what you do?

 

You sparked the fire.

Then left it all alone.

Do you have a reason,

to tend to this home?

 

Time for your reveal,

Is love on your mind?

Find the reason,

show me your mine.

 

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September 7, 2019

Feel

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I have the vision, nothing wrong with my eyes.

Nothing wrong with my dreams

Nothing wrong with the why.

 

I have the mind, nothing wrong with ideals.

I see how I could soar

I see how I could feel.

 

Click click there is no ignite.

Quick quick need a light.

Energy burning a hole in my heart.

Flame flame, give me a kick start.

 

Waiting for my life to begin,

But it’s already begun.

My eyes see the road

and the path to the sun.

 

Quicksand everywhere I turn.

See what I want to see.

I could soar above it all

If I were a different me.

 

Life’s short, time to change,

And climb the tallest tree.

Take the first step forward,

To finally feeling free.

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September 7, 2019

Idle Time

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I’ve taken to poetry to fill the idle time.

Foray familiar for myriad of thought.

Alas it’s not the usual love prose.

My idle, the days I’ve soullessly bought.

 

Haha, what fool does this mirror show.

My virtue sold so cheap.

Trading in my daylight hours,

released for a feed and some sleep.

 

Knock knock, who’s there?

Don’t ask, I’ve sold my name.

Haha, languishing without purpose,

Look in the mirror to find my blame.

 

My idle time tells without question.

Have I enough soul to change my game?

Can I salvage virtue, create my purpose?

And find the power to bellow my name.

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September 7, 2019

The Years

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What to do with all the years?

Starin down at my sense of place.

Fulfil, thrill, buzzjoy, buzzkill,

What is my true face?

 

Languishing in my current ploy

To get along in this life.

Taking the easy option

Yet feeling the sting of the knife.

 

Elevate, don’t be late.

To the party in your name.

Time can seem so infinite

But there’s always an end to this game.

 

So after all these years

When the game comes to an end.

Have I been merely a slave,

Do I have a life to defend?

 

When I’m starin down at myself

What’s the next move to live?

So many years, so many moments,

And a heart that wants to give.

 

The years the years

Bring smiles bring fears.

The years the years

Ramble on, change gears.

The years the years

The years the years.

 

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September 6, 2019

Spin

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I don’t have the right eyes

To be away from the dark.

I don’t implore destiny,

Tuned to follow the lark.

 

Intention and execution,

Nothing in the same.

What summons my wake,

Is never my end game.

 

The common is I,

Always play to win.

Never the right hand,

To make worlds spin.

 

So when I see falter,

Where does one go?

Cut your losses,

In destiny’s flow.

 

A common whore,

For voids to feel bright.

You didn’t pack a bag,

Never saw the light.

 

Farewell heart,

Take a step aside.

Your not the virtue

One emerges from a hide.

 

You’re fun is done.

Find a better kill.

How your heart is,

Find the same fill.

 

I leave aghast,

Tragedy of our time.

Present wasn’t enough,

The past is your line.

 

 

 

 

 

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March 24, 2018

Forever

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So in love so in love.
Still the same you.
Heart warm doesn’t change
the old faded view.

Want the change, take me.
I’m fallow at your will.
Love me in the morning,
let me be your fill.

Does strength greet you
to take on love and a heart?
Does forever taunt you
that it may never start?

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