Saturday, July 30, 2016
Friday, July 29, 2016
Fire
I'm told I'm playing with fire. On the heel of some desire.
And I would get burnt.
Everybody told me. What I didn't want to see, and refused to believe.
Didn't want to get hurt.
The time is getting closer. Time to make a decision.
What hurts is the future, it's never met expectations.
WZ
And I would get burnt.
Everybody told me. What I didn't want to see, and refused to believe.
Didn't want to get hurt.
The time is getting closer. Time to make a decision.
What hurts is the future, it's never met expectations.
WZ
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Empty Shelf - Old and not very good from 2008
Verse 1
Empty days, full of despair.
Change is coming my way, for all who cares.
My wishful thoughts. Fill the empty shelves.
With each new thought. An old one fails.
Verse 2
The end hour.
Of each passing day.
A shelf dissolves.
A new one is made.
Out of all my dreams.
Only a few come true.
Most are forgotten.
The remnants simply clues.
Verse 3
A brand new day.
For us to defeat.
A mental track is made.
For us to complete.
Of each passing night.
I get weak in the bones.
I guess its called life.
It's time to grow old.
WZ
Empty days, full of despair.
Change is coming my way, for all who cares.
My wishful thoughts. Fill the empty shelves.
With each new thought. An old one fails.
Verse 2
The end hour.
Of each passing day.
A shelf dissolves.
A new one is made.
Out of all my dreams.
Only a few come true.
Most are forgotten.
The remnants simply clues.
Verse 3
A brand new day.
For us to defeat.
A mental track is made.
For us to complete.
Of each passing night.
I get weak in the bones.
I guess its called life.
It's time to grow old.
WZ
Sunday, July 24, 2016
42316
Verse 1
Take me as I am. Show me my mistakes.
Help me try to learn, and make it out of last place.
Have no interests anymore. No ambition no pull
Nobody to call me, nothing worth waiting up for.
Chorus
No one knows, what it's like to be this alone.
My feet always on.
I'm living in prone.
Verse 2
Where will I go. When I've been betrayed.
On this blue planet, where I was supposedly made.
I want to fly away, and land on Mars.
The red planet couldn't be any worse than the hate I've felt in Earths arms.
Chorus
WZ
Take me as I am. Show me my mistakes.
Help me try to learn, and make it out of last place.
Have no interests anymore. No ambition no pull
Nobody to call me, nothing worth waiting up for.
Chorus
No one knows, what it's like to be this alone.
My feet always on.
I'm living in prone.
Verse 2
Where will I go. When I've been betrayed.
On this blue planet, where I was supposedly made.
I want to fly away, and land on Mars.
The red planet couldn't be any worse than the hate I've felt in Earths arms.
Chorus
WZ
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Saturday, July 9, 2016
I Enjoy Only 2 Months - Poem
VERSE 1
It's hot I know, but it's better than cold.
When the leaves fall and change, that's when my happiness wanes.
CHORUS 1
I'd live in July or even August, forever if only I could.
Cause when the vote begins. It's summer that's ahead in my book.
VERSE 2
September I think of airplanes, and I'm too scared to leave my house.
October's full of ghoulish games, I'm far too old for now.
Blow up November cause the only real winners are deceiving Washington crooks.
CHORUS 2
December's too lost for mentioning.
So I'll end this verse with one simple hook.
When the votes are tallied.
It's still summer that wins in my book.
VERSE 3
January's blizzards won't let me forget.
February's love is one big corporate gimmick.
To the end of March, when life kicks into action.
April's crosses have been destroyed by rabbits.
May was calm until 2011, when disaster struck a town better left forgotten.
CHORUS 3
Yeah winter can be unbearable.
But spring is usually tolerable.
Still when I stop to ponder.
It's summer that wins in my unwritten novel.
WZ
It's hot I know, but it's better than cold.
When the leaves fall and change, that's when my happiness wanes.
CHORUS 1
I'd live in July or even August, forever if only I could.
Cause when the vote begins. It's summer that's ahead in my book.
VERSE 2
September I think of airplanes, and I'm too scared to leave my house.
October's full of ghoulish games, I'm far too old for now.
Blow up November cause the only real winners are deceiving Washington crooks.
CHORUS 2
December's too lost for mentioning.
So I'll end this verse with one simple hook.
When the votes are tallied.
It's still summer that wins in my book.
VERSE 3
January's blizzards won't let me forget.
February's love is one big corporate gimmick.
To the end of March, when life kicks into action.
April's crosses have been destroyed by rabbits.
May was calm until 2011, when disaster struck a town better left forgotten.
CHORUS 3
Yeah winter can be unbearable.
But spring is usually tolerable.
Still when I stop to ponder.
It's summer that wins in my unwritten novel.
WZ
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