Our little Poets... - Page 27

Bren · 22 Jun 2005, 10:14

Rob, i like the poem " The Bench by the canal, That Overlooks The Valley"

The earth beats softly tonight under the soothing hands of the sun.
The gentle breeze lifts the leaves and grasses as paper and makes them dance.
A horizon of opportunity is clouded by the darkest of skies that is my forlorn expression,
like a tablet of stone, immovable in uncertainty.

wonderful...

Bren · 22 Jun 2005, 10:16

Good poem Keb,

very moving poem ageing Bat....

DIZZY DRUMMER · 03 Jul 2005, 00:19

Drummers Prayer
~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I pray thee, oh gods of the misty sky
Just simple things in the average eye.
That you give me the power, as long as I can,
To keep drumming through life with foot and with hand.

I pray thee, oh gods, just a humble space
At the back of the stage behind guitar and bass.
I care not as long as I'm playing a beat
And the music's in time with my hands and my feet.

I pray thee, oh gods, that my throne be not jewel
But a simple black, leather, padded stool.
For upon that I sit more proud than a king
My sticks suit me better then some crown and a ring.

And I pray thee, oh gods, that I always stay wild
That I never grow weak, that I never grow mild.
That playing shall never a burden become
That my life is an oath of the cymbal and drum.

Let my sticks be my sword and my drums be my shield
Let the bright stage before me be the battlefield.
And, oh gods, let me triumph as long as I stand
And let music strengthen my foot and my hand.

Whether it be on stage, or just in a shed
Oh gods, let me drum on until I am dead.

airhead · 13 Jul 2005, 14:54

Where the slender foxglove blooms
And the roses lift their heads
Where the dainty dew drop glistens
Upon the petals red

We ran alongside the river
And paddled in its glassy air
Remember when I held you close
And stroked your sun- kissed hair?

We played and frolicked the hurried day through
Till the tawny sun bled scarlet
We ended the day with a soft sugar kiss
Like a finished writer’s sonnet.

by the one and only emma!!!!

Rob The Badger · 07 Nov 2005, 01:40

This bleakness is unbearable.
"Another cigarette?"
I don't take it. The glow from the wall light behind my head reflects on the faces of my friends and enemies. I think they laugh too much. There's a girl on the table. She's had too much to drink. I assume this is the case anyway. She's half naked and the waiter is asking us to move her.
We do not move her.The mirrored walls and lime green box furniture with brown leather linings contrasts with our white suits. I click my fingers and we lay sixty pounds on the table and get up, all carrying our metal batons. The girl is still led on our table. There is a man. A fat man. He laughed at one of my friends hat. He had a choked look about him. Red scarf, Hindenburg moustache. Jennings, our resident tank ran over there and slyly smiled as he cracked the poor guys leg. The smoke cleared the room and we closed the door behind us.

- extract from The Red Shoes by R. Matthews

Heli · 07 Nov 2005, 01:53

Oh Music Man
These words that fall from your mouth
You wrote them from the heart
They melt us like a fire

Oh Music Man
That sound pours from your fingers
You're playing it for us
It's holding us together

Your faults are our comfort
Your loses are our gain
Your giving out your heart
To take away our pain

Oh Music Man
You've carved your voice in our minds
We can't forget it's sound
So bare and yet so strong

Oh Music Man
You're stood with your heart in hand
You feel naked and open
Ready to fall in the dark

Your faults are our comfort
Your loses are our gain
Your giving out your heart
To take away our pain

But music man
Please read; believe what we say
For if you was in our eyes
You could see so much praise

Music Man
Our lives are starting to begin
Don't leave us yet; Commander
we have so much left to learn from you.

Dedicated to BM

Rob The Badger · 21 Dec 2005, 04:19

A car drives away in the distance.
Gravel and asphalt under the wheels.
You can hear the headlights pass unoccupied,
crusty buildings.

The damp, dark corners
filled with tacky houses,
tacky people
and tacky christmas decorations.

Hunger fills my breast as the darkness surrounds the window pane.
The flicker of a glowing fairy light is all that I can see.
Shadows fill the room and I think I see a lost love's face.
It's just a coat.

The scent of garlic mushrooms cover my fingers.
I walked from the home of my darling some miles away.
The streets empty and gloomy.

I am home now, sat alone with thoughts.
I think of how I want to fu*k every one of the beautiful things in my head.
I think long and hard about this and decide that I should do something more wholesome.
So I do.

Bren · 21 Dec 2005, 11:16

nice to see you posting here again Rob

Rob The Badger · 22 Dec 2005, 04:31

Home

The heavy fog creeps and crawls along the pavement.
The street lamps fight their way through the murky air.

It is a cold, dark december morning.
The insomniacs solace is the
late night pizza place,
filled with the smell of ugly Italian men making
ugly Italian pizzas.

I feel this city in my heart and soul.
I've longed for so long to come somewhere
as majestic and sinful as this.

Some boy asks me if I'd like him on all fours.
I politely decline
(Although the thought did cross my mind
but I was carrying a pizza so I didn't have time)
and head on my way.

The blackness of the night
makes clear the decadence of this most glorious,
rabid society.

Prostitutes and drag queens,
drunks and religious fanatics.
All the sexual, seedy splendour of the people who really live.

I have come to expect nothing less from this
Gershwin soaked city.
No, maybe not Gershwin, maybe more Beethoven or Wagner.
Something at once demonic and heroic.
Something lofty and yet low and greasy.

Yes, greasy.
This is the word: greasey, grimey, slimey, filthy, creased and humiliated.
All these words so beautifully describe the horrific, booze drenched piss hole that I love so dearly.

This is what I call home.

Heli · 22 Dec 2005, 04:48

That fog must have really inspired you

! Lovely description...

Heli · 22 Dec 2005, 05:31

*I'm gonna hate this as soon as i post it, so don't read it!!!*

Adam

Do you like the forbidden fruit?
Deny yourself nothing but meat,
Yet you beg for the sweet glorious flesh it gives you.

I never understood it…yet never doubted you
For you are happy.
You are happy?

If not, then Adam run away…
You’ve had a taste but
No one said you have to like it.

Keab42 · 22 Dec 2005, 19:20

Quote:

Originally Posted by Rob The Badger

Home

The heavy fog creeps and crawls along the pavement.
The street lamps fight their way through the murky air.

It is a cold, dark december morning.
The insomniacs solace is the
late night pizza place,
filled with the smell of ugly Italian men making
ugly Italian pizzas.

I feel this city in my heart and soul.
I've longed for so long to come somewhere
as majestic and sinful as this.

Some boy asks me if I'd like him on all fours.
I politely decline
(Although the thought did cross my mind
but I was carrying a pizza so I didn't have time)
and head on my way.

The blackness of the night
makes clear the decadence of this most glorious,
rabid society.

Prostitutes and drag queens,
drunks and religious fanatics.
All the sexual, seedy splendour of the people who really live.

I have come to expect nothing less from this
Gershwin soaked city.
No, maybe not Gershwin, maybe more Beethoven or Wagner.
Something at once demonic and heroic.
Something lofty and yet low and greasy.

Yes, greasy.
This is the word: greasey, grimey, slimey, filthy, creased and humiliated.
All these words so beautifully describe the horrific, booze drenched piss hole that I love so dearly.

This is what I call home.

wow!

Rob The Badger · 23 Dec 2005, 03:12

Cheers Keab. Love the poem Heli.

Rob The Badger · 27 Dec 2005, 04:04

Jaques Cousteau

They say a watched pot won't ever boil
Well I say different
I'll watch until you boil
I'll watch until you boil.

It's nice to hear someone say:
"Yeah, I like her loads"
You know?
It's nice to know people care

I've been over this a thousand times
How I want to protect your precious head
I didn't mind when you said those things
I didn't mind at all.
I was too in love with you.
I didn't mind at all.

It's good to know that people can like other people
warring, sparring, taunting people
You know?
They say you can't hurry love
Well I beg to differ

I'll rush you along
You'll shoot me down
I'll tell you for the thousanth time
and you'll tell me
'If'
I'll feel my heart sink
Jaques Cousteau might find it
and use it to teach the world to sing

If I died tonight, well
I don't know what I'd do.
What good is time
when I can't love you?

Keab42 · 28 Dec 2005, 01:19

again all i can say is wow!

Heli · 02 Jan 2006, 01:15

Quote:

Originally Posted by Rob The Badger

Jaques Cousteau

They say a watched pot won't ever boil
Well I say different
I'll watch until you boil
I'll watch until you boil.

It's nice to hear someone say:
"Yeah, I like her loads"
You know?
It's nice to know people care

I've been over this a thousand times
How I want to protect your precious head
I didn't mind when you said those things
I didn't mind at all.
I was too in love with you.
I didn't mind at all.

It's good to know that people can like other people
warring, sparring, taunting people
You know?
They say you can't hurry love
Well I beg to differ

I'll rush you along
You'll shoot me down
I'll tell you for the thousanth time
and you'll tell me
'If'
I'll feel my heart sink
Jaques Cousteau might find it
and use it to teach the world to sing

If I died tonight, well
I don't know what I'd do.
What good is time
when I can't love you?

Lovely poem

! Just out of curiosity though....who's Jaques Cousteau?

Heli · 02 Jan 2006, 05:26

This isn't finished but after I had finished this verse, i couldn't get anything better to follow...so for now it can stay like this.

The girls always seem to make it out as some big deal.
Well am I weird for not being so bothered?
The sun and moon still rise and fall
The clouds up in the sky still float by
My world keeps turning...
Love isn't everything!

Is it?

Heli · 02 Jan 2006, 06:08

Another one. I can't say it's good because that'd be big headed...but i really don't mind it (although saying that you all may think it's crap LOL but thats what most poetry is anyway isn't it?! heehee) And i'll be honest it took me about 10 minutes...which says alot! lol!

Anyway...I think i'll call this Never the Artist (unless someone can come up with a better name)

Never the Artist

You've never heard my song before
The words could never match
The way i felt when I felt what i felt
and so that was the end of that

You've never seen my painting before
the colours were never the same
to the sight i saw when i saw what i saw
and so i never bothered again

You've never seen my dance before
The movements could never describe
the sound i heard when i heard what i heard
and so i just gave up

There must be some way
some way, one way
to tell you what i feel.
I want to make it believable
I want to make it mine.
I don't want someone else telling you
how i'm feeling quite fine.

So you won't have heard my song before
The words would never fit
The way i feel when I feel what i feel
and I just got frustrated and wrote this.

P.S. I want to thank Dr May for the first line (Like i could ever pull off a line like that as my own

!)

Chris · 03 Jan 2006, 23:04

I have just had a brainwave for a poem to post in here.

Just suddenly thought of a line
"the faithful man that you loved is no where to be found
since they took all that he believed and laid it in the ground"
and the rest of the lines flowed from that.

A really moving poem about losing someone close to you. Typed it all out and was about to post when i thought that looks familiar.

I had actually typed out the full lyrics to Alan jackson's excellent song "Monday Morning Church"

Luckily i have another almost finished poem to post later!!

Rob The Badger · 05 Jan 2006, 01:37

Jaques Cousteau was a famous diver and marine biologist.

Rob The Badger · 09 Jan 2006, 06:31

Something's Always Coming Around

Something's always coming around
to tear me up inside.
Run away
hide away
it's always the same.
So, if you've any luck at all
treat me right
as rain.

Oh, mama.
Oh, papa, where'd you go wrong?
How do things always end up turning out so wrong...
Why do I have to blame everyone but
me

Something's always coming around
to
tear us apart
be it sleep, night or even every day
something, comes along
to say
"Come along now children, it's too late to play"
run away
hide away
It's always the same.

I always dream about you
Every night of the year
Every word you say
I hang on every word

Something's always coming around
to keep me up at nights
It's your face
your pretty face

Heli · 16 Jan 2006, 20:13

I just have to post this in here. It's not mine, but it was written by my friend Marina. I think this is such a beautiful poem!

---------------------------------------------

If tonight wasn't an impenetrable shadow
And today, not a world-wide, blinding mist
If tomorrow was more than an endless row
Then "loneliness" is a word that does not exist

I can no longer see my reflection in the lake
It frets me, whether I should leave or stay
I don't know if the kinds words were real, or fake
Can not remember who I was yesterday

But only if you promise to wait there
And gently stroke all of me that's sore
Only if you'll help me do what I don't dare
I might be the one I was before

There is beauty in seeing wild horses run
There is beauty in the newly fallen snow
But I can see, in the eyes of my loved one
A beauty bigger than everything I know

And only if I know that you'll wait here
And I can hear the words your heartbeats say
Only if your kisses will take away everything I fear
I will be the one I was yesterday

Rob The Badger · 05 Feb 2006, 01:06

Heart of Gold
(After Neil Young)

Tired an restless...
searching my mind for answers...

I wanna live.
I wanna learn about your every move
and we ain't getting any younger, babe

Sitting in the lamplight...
I been so many places I forget their names...
I keep on searching for a heart of gold.

Call me names
I don't mind
that's what I'm here for

You may be crass and you may be crude
but you've got a heart of gold

If they dare to touch a hair on your head I'll fight until I'm half dead

Keab42 · 05 Feb 2006, 15:03

Very nice Rob.

tempted to write one about being ill but i think it would just consist of some very unpleasant sound effects...

Heli · 05 Feb 2006, 23:49

Quote:

Originally Posted by Rob The Badger

I wanna learn about your every move

I love this line Rob! It's lovely in so many ways!

22 Dec 2005, 04:48	#660
Heli Daddy's little internet junkie Join Date: 29.01.2004 Location: Grimsby Posts: 4,596	That fog must have really inspired you ! Lovely description... Last edited by Heli; 22 Dec 2005 at 04:54.

22 Jun 2005, 10:14	#651
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Rob, i like the poem " The Bench by the canal, That Overlooks The Valley" The earth beats softly tonight under the soothing hands of the sun. The gentle breeze lifts the leaves and grasses as paper and makes them dance. A horizon of opportunity is clouded by the darkest of skies that is my forlorn expression, like a tablet of stone, immovable in uncertainty. wonderful...

22 Jun 2005, 10:16	#652
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Good poem Keb, very moving poem ageing Bat....

03 Jul 2005, 00:19	#653
DIZZY DRUMMER Always Ready For A Bang Join Date: 30.11.2003 Location: Left In The Dark .......... AGAIN Posts: 6,389	Drummers Prayer ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I pray thee, oh gods of the misty sky Just simple things in the average eye. That you give me the power, as long as I can, To keep drumming through life with foot and with hand. I pray thee, oh gods, just a humble space At the back of the stage behind guitar and bass. I care not as long as I'm playing a beat And the music's in time with my hands and my feet. I pray thee, oh gods, that my throne be not jewel But a simple black, leather, padded stool. For upon that I sit more proud than a king My sticks suit me better then some crown and a ring. And I pray thee, oh gods, that I always stay wild That I never grow weak, that I never grow mild. That playing shall never a burden become That my life is an oath of the cymbal and drum. Let my sticks be my sword and my drums be my shield Let the bright stage before me be the battlefield. And, oh gods, let me triumph as long as I stand And let music strengthen my foot and my hand. Whether it be on stage, or just in a shed Oh gods, let me drum on until I am dead.

13 Jul 2005, 14:54	#654
airhead the enchanted spleen Join Date: 12.02.2004 Location: ok, you see that sweet little cottage? I live next door in the nuthouse. Posts: 1,909	Where the slender foxglove blooms And the roses lift their heads Where the dainty dew drop glistens Upon the petals red We ran alongside the river And paddled in its glassy air Remember when I held you close And stroked your sun- kissed hair? We played and frolicked the hurried day through Till the tawny sun bled scarlet We ended the day with a soft sugar kiss Like a finished writer’s sonnet. by the one and only emma!!!!

07 Nov 2005, 01:40	#655
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	This bleakness is unbearable. "Another cigarette?" I don't take it. The glow from the wall light behind my head reflects on the faces of my friends and enemies. I think they laugh too much. There's a girl on the table. She's had too much to drink. I assume this is the case anyway. She's half naked and the waiter is asking us to move her. We do not move her.The mirrored walls and lime green box furniture with brown leather linings contrasts with our white suits. I click my fingers and we lay sixty pounds on the table and get up, all carrying our metal batons. The girl is still led on our table. There is a man. A fat man. He laughed at one of my friends hat. He had a choked look about him. Red scarf, Hindenburg moustache. Jennings, our resident tank ran over there and slyly smiled as he cracked the poor guys leg. The smoke cleared the room and we closed the door behind us. - extract from The Red Shoes by R. Matthews

07 Nov 2005, 01:53	#656
Heli Daddy's little internet junkie Join Date: 29.01.2004 Location: Grimsby Posts: 4,596	Oh Music Man These words that fall from your mouth You wrote them from the heart They melt us like a fire Oh Music Man That sound pours from your fingers You're playing it for us It's holding us together Your faults are our comfort Your loses are our gain Your giving out your heart To take away our pain Oh Music Man You've carved your voice in our minds We can't forget it's sound So bare and yet so strong Oh Music Man You're stood with your heart in hand You feel naked and open Ready to fall in the dark Your faults are our comfort Your loses are our gain Your giving out your heart To take away our pain But music man Please read; believe what we say For if you was in our eyes You could see so much praise Music Man Our lives are starting to begin Don't leave us yet; Commander we have so much left to learn from you. Dedicated to BM

21 Dec 2005, 04:19	#657
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	A car drives away in the distance. Gravel and asphalt under the wheels. You can hear the headlights pass unoccupied, crusty buildings. The damp, dark corners filled with tacky houses, tacky people and tacky christmas decorations. Hunger fills my breast as the darkness surrounds the window pane. The flicker of a glowing fairy light is all that I can see. Shadows fill the room and I think I see a lost love's face. It's just a coat. The scent of garlic mushrooms cover my fingers. I walked from the home of my darling some miles away. The streets empty and gloomy. I am home now, sat alone with thoughts. I think of how I want to fu*k every one of the beautiful things in my head. I think long and hard about this and decide that I should do something more wholesome. So I do.

21 Dec 2005, 11:16	#658
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	nice to see you posting here again Rob

22 Dec 2005, 04:31	#659
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Home The heavy fog creeps and crawls along the pavement. The street lamps fight their way through the murky air. It is a cold, dark december morning. The insomniacs solace is the late night pizza place, filled with the smell of ugly Italian men making ugly Italian pizzas. I feel this city in my heart and soul. I've longed for so long to come somewhere as majestic and sinful as this. Some boy asks me if I'd like him on all fours. I politely decline (Although the thought did cross my mind but I was carrying a pizza so I didn't have time) and head on my way. The blackness of the night makes clear the decadence of this most glorious, rabid society. Prostitutes and drag queens, drunks and religious fanatics. All the sexual, seedy splendour of the people who really live. I have come to expect nothing less from this Gershwin soaked city. No, maybe not Gershwin, maybe more Beethoven or Wagner. Something at once demonic and heroic. Something lofty and yet low and greasy. Yes, greasy. This is the word: greasey, grimey, slimey, filthy, creased and humiliated. All these words so beautifully describe the horrific, booze drenched piss hole that I love so dearly. This is what I call home.

22 Dec 2005, 05:31	#661
Heli Daddy's little internet junkie Join Date: 29.01.2004 Location: Grimsby Posts: 4,596	I'm gonna hate this as soon as i post it, so don't read it!!! Adam Do you like the forbidden fruit? Deny yourself nothing but meat, Yet you beg for the sweet glorious flesh it gives you. I never understood it…yet never doubted you For you are happy. You are happy? If not, then Adam run away… You’ve had a taste but No one said you have to like it.

23 Dec 2005, 03:12	#663
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Cheers Keab. Love the poem Heli.

27 Dec 2005, 04:04	#664
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Jaques Cousteau They say a watched pot won't ever boil Well I say different I'll watch until you boil I'll watch until you boil. It's nice to hear someone say: "Yeah, I like her loads" You know? It's nice to know people care I've been over this a thousand times How I want to protect your precious head I didn't mind when you said those things I didn't mind at all. I was too in love with you. I didn't mind at all. It's good to know that people can like other people warring, sparring, taunting people You know? They say you can't hurry love Well I beg to differ I'll rush you along You'll shoot me down I'll tell you for the thousanth time and you'll tell me 'If' I'll feel my heart sink Jaques Cousteau might find it and use it to teach the world to sing If I died tonight, well I don't know what I'd do. What good is time when I can't love you?

28 Dec 2005, 01:19	#665
Keab42 Astrophysicist At Large Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: Beneath his dreaming tree Posts: 4,284	again all i can say is wow!

02 Jan 2006, 05:26	#667
Heli Daddy's little internet junkie Join Date: 29.01.2004 Location: Grimsby Posts: 4,596	This isn't finished but after I had finished this verse, i couldn't get anything better to follow...so for now it can stay like this. The girls always seem to make it out as some big deal. Well am I weird for not being so bothered? The sun and moon still rise and fall The clouds up in the sky still float by My world keeps turning... Love isn't everything! Is it?

02 Jan 2006, 06:08	#668
Heli Daddy's little internet junkie Join Date: 29.01.2004 Location: Grimsby Posts: 4,596	Another one. I can't say it's good because that'd be big headed...but i really don't mind it (although saying that you all may think it's crap LOL but thats what most poetry is anyway isn't it?! heehee) And i'll be honest it took me about 10 minutes...which says alot! lol! Anyway...I think i'll call this Never the Artist (unless someone can come up with a better name) Never the Artist You've never heard my song before The words could never match The way i felt when I felt what i felt and so that was the end of that You've never seen my painting before the colours were never the same to the sight i saw when i saw what i saw and so i never bothered again You've never seen my dance before The movements could never describe the sound i heard when i heard what i heard and so i just gave up There must be some way some way, one way to tell you what i feel. I want to make it believable I want to make it mine. I don't want someone else telling you how i'm feeling quite fine. So you won't have heard my song before The words would never fit The way i feel when I feel what i feel and I just got frustrated and wrote this. P.S. I want to thank Dr May for the first line (Like i could ever pull off a line like that as my own !)

03 Jan 2006, 23:04	#669
Chris Mega Loafer Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Somewhere in the real world. Posts: 7,527	I have just had a brainwave for a poem to post in here. Just suddenly thought of a line "the faithful man that you loved is no where to be found since they took all that he believed and laid it in the ground" and the rest of the lines flowed from that. A really moving poem about losing someone close to you. Typed it all out and was about to post when i thought that looks familiar. I had actually typed out the full lyrics to Alan jackson's excellent song "Monday Morning Church" Luckily i have another almost finished poem to post later!!

05 Jan 2006, 01:37	#670
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Jaques Cousteau was a famous diver and marine biologist.

09 Jan 2006, 06:31	#671
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Something's Always Coming Around Something's always coming around to tear me up inside. Run away hide away it's always the same. So, if you've any luck at all treat me right as rain. Oh, mama. Oh, papa, where'd you go wrong? How do things always end up turning out so wrong... Why do I have to blame everyone but me Something's always coming around to tear us apart be it sleep, night or even every day something, comes along to say "Come along now children, it's too late to play" run away hide away It's always the same. I always dream about you Every night of the year Every word you say I hang on every word Something's always coming around to keep me up at nights It's your face your pretty face

16 Jan 2006, 20:13	#672
Heli Daddy's little internet junkie Join Date: 29.01.2004 Location: Grimsby Posts: 4,596	I just have to post this in here. It's not mine, but it was written by my friend Marina. I think this is such a beautiful poem! --------------------------------------------- If tonight wasn't an impenetrable shadow And today, not a world-wide, blinding mist If tomorrow was more than an endless row Then "loneliness" is a word that does not exist I can no longer see my reflection in the lake It frets me, whether I should leave or stay I don't know if the kinds words were real, or fake Can not remember who I was yesterday But only if you promise to wait there And gently stroke all of me that's sore Only if you'll help me do what I don't dare I might be the one I was before There is beauty in seeing wild horses run There is beauty in the newly fallen snow But I can see, in the eyes of my loved one A beauty bigger than everything I know And only if I know that you'll wait here And I can hear the words your heartbeats say Only if your kisses will take away everything I fear I will be the one I was yesterday

05 Feb 2006, 01:06	#673
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Heart of Gold (After Neil Young) Tired an restless... searching my mind for answers... I wanna live. I wanna learn about your every move and we ain't getting any younger, babe Sitting in the lamplight... I been so many places I forget their names... I keep on searching for a heart of gold. Call me names I don't mind that's what I'm here for You may be crass and you may be crude but you've got a heart of gold If they dare to touch a hair on your head I'll fight until I'm half dead

05 Feb 2006, 15:03	#674
Keab42 Astrophysicist At Large Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: Beneath his dreaming tree Posts: 4,284	Very nice Rob. tempted to write one about being ill but i think it would just consist of some very unpleasant sound effects...