She is
deep inside
you now.
like a
dagger,
straight to the heart,
(from the back).
the worse is done.
It can only get better from here.
Best to forget that
you once swore to
die for her.
Better that
love make a liar of you,
than a damn fool.
11'
Friday, September 23, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Should all else fail
(B Side)
Should all else fail
should
your love be
incomplete.
Should you lose her,
and see it all happening
in slow motion.
Then,
before she finds another,
Take her one last time and
whisper in her ear-
Nobody can do the Skate-
Like I do
Nobody can do the Boogaloo-
Like I do
Nobody can do the Philly-
Like I do
nobody, nobody....
11'
Should all else fail
should
your love be
incomplete.
Should you lose her,
and see it all happening
in slow motion.
Then,
before she finds another,
Take her one last time and
whisper in her ear-
Nobody can do the Skate-
Like I do
Nobody can do the Boogaloo-
Like I do
Nobody can do the Philly-
Like I do
nobody, nobody....
11'
Saturday, September 17, 2011
untitled
Thank you for reading the eighth continent So many thanks for all comments and feed back.
A special thanks to
Poetry Palace and would like to nominate Muzzle Flashing
Friday, September 16, 2011
lighthouse
Ulysses was lost at sea,
trying to reach his true love.
He was tempted,
by the Sirens.
The Sirens sang to him.
The Sirens song drove him mad.
Ulysses tied himself to ship's mast,
to keep from going to them,
and to his death.
Recklessly,
he wanted to hear their
song.
But
you are no Siren,
you sing no song.
instead
it's the light in
your eyes-
like a lighthouse
lighting my way
as I steer my ship straight for the rocks,
and my own demise.
your eye's
light the way
your eye's shine
upon the truth
Shining your light upon the rocks.
guided by the light
of your eyes,
I'm coming home.
full steam ahead.
11'
trying to reach his true love.
He was tempted,
by the Sirens.
The Sirens sang to him.
The Sirens song drove him mad.
Ulysses tied himself to ship's mast,
to keep from going to them,
and to his death.
Recklessly,
he wanted to hear their
song.
But
you are no Siren,
you sing no song.
instead
it's the light in
your eyes-
like a lighthouse
lighting my way
as I steer my ship straight for the rocks,
and my own demise.
your eye's
light the way
your eye's shine
upon the truth
Shining your light upon the rocks.
guided by the light
of your eyes,
I'm coming home.
full steam ahead.
11'
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