About dusk,
Sun's just round the bend.
Ready to go back home, or lose its way and dive into the sea.
Beyond it fly herds of birds,
Rows of feather, queuing together,
Tracing back steps to the wilderness
The branches of whose tree's,
Are adorned by their nests.
Back in the nests after day ends
To come back home and fall asleep
Content, aloft in their nests
Tracing back my flight
Land in reality
Amidst my own concrete jungle
I am the monarch of all i survey
With hands flung up in air, in despair.
No home, no nest to go back to
No flock to give me company
Here, amidst menacing rows of brick and mortar
Where should i return?
What place shall I call,
My home?
Bargain
Today,
I struck a bargain
To sell off my soul yet again
One by One all that i had believed in
All that had helped me
Time and again.
Each of them I watched being bid for
and sold
And counted, in silence, abated.
At a distance, I stood
and watched them sell
pieces of me that still held good.
The final bargain now struck
I turned
A mere paces from me
There you stood.
The quizzical face, shall not work today.
How could I tell you, what you had done?
A wealth of hope, that i had stored
Today i found, were all gone.
And gone with it my own resolve
So here i am yet again.
My soul's been sold.
I struck a bargain
To sell off my soul yet again
One by One all that i had believed in
All that had helped me
Time and again.
Each of them I watched being bid for
and sold
And counted, in silence, abated.
At a distance, I stood
and watched them sell
pieces of me that still held good.
The final bargain now struck
I turned
A mere paces from me
There you stood.
The quizzical face, shall not work today.
How could I tell you, what you had done?
A wealth of hope, that i had stored
Today i found, were all gone.
And gone with it my own resolve
So here i am yet again.
My soul's been sold.
Lennon Song
As soon as u're born
They make u feel small
By giving u no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big u feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt at u at home and they hit u at school
They hate u if u'e clever and they despise a fool
Till u're so fucking crazy u cant follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
when they've torchered and scared u for 20 odd years
Then they expect u to pick a career
When u cant really function u're so full of fear
A working class hero is omething to be
Keep u doped with relegion and sex & TV
And u think u're so clever and classless and free
but u'e still fucking peasants as far as i can see
A working class hero is something to be
there's room at the top they're telling you still
But u must learn how to smile as u kill
If u want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
If u want to be a hero then just follow me
They make u feel small
By giving u no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big u feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt at u at home and they hit u at school
They hate u if u'e clever and they despise a fool
Till u're so fucking crazy u cant follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
when they've torchered and scared u for 20 odd years
Then they expect u to pick a career
When u cant really function u're so full of fear
A working class hero is omething to be
Keep u doped with relegion and sex & TV
And u think u're so clever and classless and free
but u'e still fucking peasants as far as i can see
A working class hero is something to be
there's room at the top they're telling you still
But u must learn how to smile as u kill
If u want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
If u want to be a hero then just follow me
Preludes
The winter evening settles down
With smells of stakes in passageways.
Six o' clock
The burnt-out ends of smoky days
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney pots
And at the corner of the street.
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps...
ever since i've read this i've never really felt like i can write
i wish and pray that someday i have a tenth of this kind of expression
somehow something a prof of mine said comes back too
if u like a poet try not to study him, dissect him and take him apart u might not ever like him
unfortunately i did and holy cow its not all that bad.
two more nights and i'l be home
back to where i belong where all my hopes reside
but there's something special about this time that has me more excited than usual
its about introducing one part of my life to another
the only thing i can think of is home
home not as in the physical quantity of four walls and family
home : where the heart lives, where my dreams are set, where i want to live
and
where i want to die.