here is a poem i wrote a while ago it's not that good but i want to know what you think...it's called Give yourself to the night Give yourself to the night Give yourself to the night Let go Slip away from your false modesty Be real Be strong Show your true identity Don’t let the illusion fool you Create your own masterpiece Be the artistic lover And decorate the sky… My gypsy blood has taken me Drifting earnestly down life’s byways I’ve followed sunsets and chased rainbows In vain Still I keep searching for Those cherished treasures Not of silver, nor of gold But answers To the many questions on my mind…
beautiful. I especially like this: "My gypsy blood has take me Drifting earnestly down life's byways"
yes i do know what it means i'm part irish my dad is irish and i lived in ireland from 2-6years old it means Our Day Will Come. and thanks some days some days pass like weeks under rainy skies fears and insecurities creep up like writhing, crawling snakes hidden in the tall grass on those days I am impersonated by self pity… When the winds were so subtly whispering From upon high Did the people of the valleys Hear, that which was spoken?, and If they heard Was all understood? I sit alone but never lonely By the side of the great mountain Reaping mother nature’s vast knowledge
It's the Irish republican movements modus modus operandi as it were. Didn't think anyone outside Ireland new what it meant apart from maybe the Scots.
not many people do i have yet another poem (Untitled) My wondering days are over It’s time I settled down Although I have to live in the city In my head I’m still small town You held my hand when I feel down And you keep me a warm place by your side You make me smile and laugh a lot When I need a place to hide I can get by on the money I make I can get by with the friends I have Even when push comes to shove You walk with me on rainy streets You just listen to all my jive You help me stand up when I fall You make me feel alive Just last week I was thinking about how Things aren’t like they used to be Never in my sad sorry life Have I felt so free I can get by on the money I make I can get by with the friends I have Even when push comes to shove -megg i don't think it's that good but what do you think?
'Give yourself to the night' was fantastic! This was my very favorite stanza of your latest: 'You held my hand when I feel down And you keep me a warm place by your side You make me smile and laugh a lot When I need a place to hide' I really like how this feels, so simple and strong.
thanks i have a new one not that good but here it goes hope you like it THE SEA My restless soul will not be still Until I am set free A voice calls out within my mind Come, go to the sea Many find it a lonely place I find it as home Quite a befitting spot to dream And let my spirits roam I’ve witnessed waves confronting rocks Only to retreat I’ve heard of men who sailed away Into your history Maybe one day I too will sail Into your mystery -megg
to be so self-effacing and than post that.... this is awesome, it reads like waves and contains truth, what more can you ask from the sea. Well done
i wrote another one the other day here it is... The lost poet You look inside my eyes Only to find the Shattered mirrors Broken dreams So it seams good is a bad Like god and the devil We are on the same level Flesh and bones dissolved away Before the end of day I’ll do it my way threw the door on the top floor that lead me where the sun is shining the grass is green sky is blue its it the one in my dreams that will never come true an I floating away burning out in crazy town or is it the glue? There’s a man who tries Behind my dying eyes But the lights are red in my head The downtown punks are beating hicks It makes me sick I sit alone but never lonely While i Sink into the circles of uncertainty Until you find the fire-fly souls With the Cricket orchestras But Too many Thoughts above my head They say you want me dead The walls unfold The shadows reveal that Your heart is as cold as the winters snow Your lungs are as black as the night sky Your veins run dry and full of hate Then we find the one thing that’s true The heart and soul of the shadow man lost poet
thanks A SEASON OF CHANGE You were confined to the temple Where the sad clowns rest Chained an abused For the vision you possess You’re an exiled amusement Too green to be gray Your life force is fading You accept all they say And darkness surrounds you Absorbs and abounds you Turning you frigid and numb For the lost and the strange There is a season of change So return to the space you come from Should I burn down the asylum Free those who know That they need no isolation To regain self control Should I forget we were friends Turn my back and walk away Or reach out to help you Would you meet me half way And hunger lives within you It breeds and it moves you Twisting your soul to a rage For the lost and the strange There is a season of change So return to your pen and your page
