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For all these numerous years
Of deep aches and flummoxed tears
The sun set for one last time
To the sound of the birds rhyme
So innocent, beautiful and forever turning
Life’s precious gift left massacred and burning
Laying awake and feeing revulsion
Discovering the anguish, the competition, the compulsion
Hated by self, by the world
Never given the time to be held
Beginning to let go and giving in
The compassion for life has drawn thin
Others ostentation views seemed to size
Never able to understand the constant lies
Perhaps never giving people a hint of prospect
To see the boy in true affect
To see the ghostly scars
Cut deep by the screams afar
Forgotten and deterrent
Warn away and incoherent
Of deep aches and flummoxed tears
The sun set for one last time
To the sound of the birds rhyme
So innocent, beautiful and forever turning
Life’s precious gift left massacred and burning
Laying awake and feeing revulsion
Discovering the anguish, the competition, the compulsion
Hated by self, by the world
Never given the time to be held
Beginning to let go and giving in
The compassion for life has drawn thin
Others ostentation views seemed to size
Never able to understand the constant lies
Perhaps never giving people a hint of prospect
To see the boy in true affect
To see the ghostly scars
Cut deep by the screams afar
Forgotten and deterrent
Warn away and incoherent
See, told you that you could have got an A by yourself ;-)
Reminds me of 'Nam..........
"The horror, the horror"
Anyhoo - Lovely - Wish I could get that...I don't know - feeling into it. Most of mine come out as a mix of half coherent words.
"The horror, the horror"
Anyhoo - Lovely - Wish I could get that...I don't know - feeling into it. Most of mine come out as a mix of half coherent words.
Why, Grix? For - without sucking up too much here - I feel your poems but mine to shame.
Fantastic. Stuff like this puts me to shame.
For all these numerous years
Of deep aches and flummoxed tears
The sun set for one last time
To the sound of the birds rhyme
So innocent, beautiful and forever turning
Life’s precious gift left massacred and burning
Laying awake and feeing revulsion
Discovering the anguish, the competition, the compulsion
Hated by self, by the world
Never given the time to be held
Beginning to let go and giving in
The compassion for life has drawn thin
Others ostentation views seemed to size
Never able to understand the constant lies
Perhaps never giving people a hint of prospect
To see the boy in true affect
To see the ghostly scars
Cut deep by the screams afar
Forgotten and deterrent
Warn away and incoherent
Of deep aches and flummoxed tears
The sun set for one last time
To the sound of the birds rhyme
So innocent, beautiful and forever turning
Life’s precious gift left massacred and burning
Laying awake and feeing revulsion
Discovering the anguish, the competition, the compulsion
Hated by self, by the world
Never given the time to be held
Beginning to let go and giving in
The compassion for life has drawn thin
Others ostentation views seemed to size
Never able to understand the constant lies
Perhaps never giving people a hint of prospect
To see the boy in true affect
To see the ghostly scars
Cut deep by the screams afar
Forgotten and deterrent
Warn away and incoherent