26/10/2009
25/10/2009
innocence found
Well she was the type
of fruit so ripe
to shoot a man wild with desire
but her stupidity
was just as keen
and complete to the entire
though her path wont veer
from that of Shakespeare
once the mortal coil is wound
for fate is never fickle
when innocence is found
of fruit so ripe
to shoot a man wild with desire
but her stupidity
was just as keen
and complete to the entire
though her path wont veer
from that of Shakespeare
once the mortal coil is wound
for fate is never fickle
when innocence is found
Well I spent the day
behind a clean white page
and it's fair to say
it's in quite a state
as you sealed the master works
and signed it with a verse
that rang out so true and profound
but i'm afraid it will be
re-worded by a priest
when innocence is found
behind a clean white page
and it's fair to say
it's in quite a state
as you sealed the master works
and signed it with a verse
that rang out so true and profound
but i'm afraid it will be
re-worded by a priest
when innocence is found
The whisper of the larkspur
informed the singing of the dove
that since you left
i've been addressed
as an enemy of love
whilst you recieve the kind of press
that would make Stalin envious
but the train I let slip
from a loosened grip
will be coming back to town
with the coryphaeus of science
informed the singing of the dove
that since you left
i've been addressed
as an enemy of love
whilst you recieve the kind of press
that would make Stalin envious
but the train I let slip
from a loosened grip
will be coming back to town
with the coryphaeus of science
when innocence is found
She said you've drained
the colour from my life
so tonight
I dream in black and white
as the heart will burn forever
like donner meat that spins around
to be carved up into pieces
the colour from my life
so tonight
I dream in black and white
as the heart will burn forever
like donner meat that spins around
to be carved up into pieces
when innocence is found
Only when romance
is anchored ashore
can true love begin
to sail its course
as you poured your pistols dry
and shot your whiskey down
just to kill some time
untill innocence is found
is anchored ashore
can true love begin
to sail its course
as you poured your pistols dry
and shot your whiskey down
just to kill some time
untill innocence is found
The stars will go blind
and will rot to the core
the comets screams
will be sighs
the moon will wash up on the shore
the satellites that climbed
will tumble to the ground
so lets just lie
side by side
'till innocence is found
and will rot to the core
the comets screams
will be sighs
the moon will wash up on the shore
the satellites that climbed
will tumble to the ground
so lets just lie
side by side
'till innocence is found
The poets punctuate the summer
exclaim beneath each tree
make sketches of the landscape
and dream of revery
they gamble inspiration
on each leaf
that meets the ground
when every things lost
exclaim beneath each tree
make sketches of the landscape
and dream of revery
they gamble inspiration
on each leaf
that meets the ground
when every things lost
innocence is found
14/10/2009
10/10/2009
Dislike of Blogs/Blogging
In this age of blogging I feel the need to dislike it. This is due to my understanding of it. If no one listens to you or you have no one to talk to then you write a blog, I mean thats what it is for, correct? Sadly far to many people listen to me and if not I have to many to talk to, so my blog is left to rust. Its a poor excuse for laziness I know.
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