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Epitaph For The World
Avalanches of time rocks gather
in ancient lime state flocks
as the violin sky unlocks
releasing its corrosive weather .
The spinning , burning
flaming , war fire ring
how long
before its man kinds last rite song
how long
before the final analogue dong
the sound of the eastern gong .
Oil, ticking
the toil
starts slicking
mad Colonels are sickening
upon this rock
we just wait for the wave of shock .
Separatists
terrorists
hostage holding
rebel fists
religious
unindigenous
fundamentalists
sunburst colours crash through the mist
desert soldiers lie dead in the dust .
Broken bricks
burnt out wicks
a child stands crying in the eclipse
a world sits sighing
at TV's of blitz .
Vacant baby eyes
of sufferage
no yule tide surprise
at the orphanage .
An abandoned teddy bear
against a blood smeared kerb
a distant unclear
perturbed, smouldering Serb .
Artillery fire balls burning the air
in a glare
to sadden
Armistice or Armageddon
could it end or will it happen .
Freedom fighters
IRA bombers
semtex lighters
standing outside Harrods .
No more seas
and weathered rocks
ageing trees or building blocks
theres just the stagnant shattered faces
of a world and its dead clocks .
in ancient lime state flocks
as the violin sky unlocks
releasing its corrosive weather .
The spinning , burning
flaming , war fire ring
how long
before its man kinds last rite song
how long
before the final analogue dong
the sound of the eastern gong .
Oil, ticking
the toil
starts slicking
mad Colonels are sickening
upon this rock
we just wait for the wave of shock .
Separatists
terrorists
hostage holding
rebel fists
religious
unindigenous
fundamentalists
sunburst colours crash through the mist
desert soldiers lie dead in the dust .
Broken bricks
burnt out wicks
a child stands crying in the eclipse
a world sits sighing
at TV's of blitz .
Vacant baby eyes
of sufferage
no yule tide surprise
at the orphanage .
An abandoned teddy bear
against a blood smeared kerb
a distant unclear
perturbed, smouldering Serb .
Artillery fire balls burning the air
in a glare
to sadden
Armistice or Armageddon
could it end or will it happen .
Freedom fighters
IRA bombers
semtex lighters
standing outside Harrods .
No more seas
and weathered rocks
ageing trees or building blocks
theres just the stagnant shattered faces
of a world and its dead clocks .
Published 10th Dec 2011
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11th Dec 2011 5:30am
I like the separation .. It fits .. I think it was one of your poems that threw me off because it wasn't separated.. This gives it flavor.. I enjoyed.. U must like rap lol seems like it to me.. Good hip hop song in other words.. Lol ;)
11th Dec 2011 5:50am
that's funny as a few ppl have said I rap ha ha I liked the notorious BIG ha ha ha but I just write in my way it differs and it's always a bit crazy like this one heheheh
Just a speck (SP Summerscales)
What am I to say
words are the only form I have
how else am I to convey
my feelings
my appealings
my wanting to show you the
colour of my ceilings
my desperate
my genuinely
articulate
my quite particular
you make the white
of my orbicular
turn from round
to a lenticular
true needings
your the tarot
to my deck
of true readings
I would like to be
the speck
of dust on your shelf
that caused a sneezing
anything would do
as long as it held a meaning .
These are all I have
just words to use
there not an attemption
to bemuse
nor a contemption
of you
you electricute
all of my past
into an ash
and down a forever gone shoot.
You pulse
through my mind
my thoughts convulse
turning me blind
your warmth it pulls
away my DNA
causing it to unwind
I wish to divulge
and be kind
but you tell me
that honesty
is hard to find
well honestly
hear this from me
you blow out
my f**king mind
and you
are the glue , to the bind
in the spine , that holds together
all that I , could ever
hope to possibly endeavour
to begin to search
within or without , whatever
I know that another day
never
shall I come across two
of you to ensue
with such fervour
as I do with you
I knew
from the second
I saw you .
Please don't wrongly take me
or strongly , foresake me
I aint a messed up crazy
that is just how you make me .
So what am I to say
when words are all I have
to convey .
Just a speck (SP Summerscales)
What am I to say
words are the only form I have
how else am I to convey
my feelings
my appealings
my wanting to show you the
colour of my ceilings
my desperate
my genuinely
articulate
my quite particular
you make the white
of my orbicular
turn from round
to a lenticular
true needings
your the tarot
to my deck
of true readings
I would like to be
the speck
of dust on your shelf
that caused a sneezing
anything would do
as long as it held a meaning .
These are all I have
just words to use
there not an attemption
to bemuse
nor a contemption
of you
you electricute
all of my past
into an ash
and down a forever gone shoot.
You pulse
through my mind
my thoughts convulse
turning me blind
your warmth it pulls
away my DNA
causing it to unwind
I wish to divulge
and be kind
but you tell me
that honesty
is hard to find
well honestly
hear this from me
you blow out
my f**king mind
and you
are the glue , to the bind
in the spine , that holds together
all that I , could ever
hope to possibly endeavour
to begin to search
within or without , whatever
I know that another day
never
shall I come across two
of you to ensue
with such fervour
as I do with you
I knew
from the second
I saw you .
Please don't wrongly take me
or strongly , foresake me
I aint a messed up crazy
that is just how you make me .
So what am I to say
when words are all I have
to convey .
11th Dec 2011 5:54am
Really .. We just met, you can't feel all of this now can u lol kidding .. ;) biggie was so good love gimmie the loot haha crazy song
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