I feel drawn to you, Totally drawn by your wild and crazy ways - Like a painter is to canvas, Like windows are to curtains, And a butterfly is to cabbage... Like a boxer is to punching, A harmer is to cutting, A hot dog is to mustard, And a dog that has his bone.
...Lost souls finding their way home
I need you like a river needs to flow, A drug addict can't say no - Like all the best-laid plans, Like, I'd like to hold your hand. Yes, I'm totally struck by your 'WOW' factor!
A sweet spring flower like you Shouldn't feel so blue Trapped inside a prison of your own making Jealous of everyone around Refusing to believe anyone has it worse Well, I'm sorry missy, they do!
So take a shower and wash away your cares Feel the warm caress trickle down Love thy neighbour, be happy with what they have For it makes no difference to you, why should it? Take a look at what you've got; IT'S A LOT And may it grow, like a flower
Remember, no one owes you a living It's up to you to make it pay ...
I've lost some of me poetry books; mislaid? Unlikely... I've OCD, so everything's where it's supposed to be, hehe. It's more likely an ex-girlfriend has some and the charity shop, Retaining the others. I would not have thrown them away like my mother would, haha.
It's just that I want my poetry back now - Books that fell out of favour a few years back, Mainly because I'd read them, One stinking of cigarettes I lent to a chain smoker - But even so...
Amongst them were George Orwell's complete poems, A...
What is it we're searching for, That goal we never quite reach? While all the while life's movin' on, I get behind and put upon. Why do we have to grow old and die? Where I'm content where I lie. This live and die, it's not for me, I don't want it, can't you see! I'm not happy in the now, Knowing time's fading away somehow.
Looking back, I had the knack, No problems or responsibilities. Every day was full of fun, But only on reflection. Lately I have come undone, Looking...
I'd forgotten lately how good you look, But it's still there in your pretty face. Yet somehow you're crying out for love, Crying so much sometimes it hurts.
I'd forgotten how deep your soul is too, How deep it reaches the four corners of me. I want to know and feel your touch, Especially when at your unguarded best. I like it most when you don't pretend - Pretending to put a brave face on things. I like the way you think things through.
Sometimes I'll give you all my love, Love comes in waves and bursts with me. And...
I want some L.S.D man, it's the drug for me! I don't even know what it stands for, Definitely not pounds, shillings and pence though.
I wanna become part of the furniture; At one with the World, And not just the wallpaper!
Yeah man, watching myself float, Sitting on top of a golf ball, Bobbing up and down along the river, Catching fireflies in a big cheesy bubble - Like a bear with huge furry head. Well... that's been said before!
And sliding inside a banana, Do I really need this trip - Slipping,...