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I Got Back Into My Rhyming Lyrics etc

10:52 pm Friday, 8th June, 2012

I haven't done any poetry or rhymes for years but tonight for some reason I just started typing here in word at my PC and this happened...

Morning, another day arrives shades of blue, yet grey inside,
A soul torn asunder.

Tears falling like a motorway leaking south over my cheeks,
No heart left to plunder.

So much to give, so much to show, there has to be another way to go,
But which way I wonder.

Angst, fear of failure, a head that’s in turmoil, destroyed esteem,
Through the daylight I blunder.

There has to be a way, a chance to proceed, to get myself out from,
This dark cloud I am under.

So much to give, so much to show, there has to be another way to go,
But which way I wonder.

I’ve taken time to try to adjust, make changes, become me renewed,
Yet I sit here lonely.

I refuse to bow down, surrender my jesters crown and cry out,
I’m not different I am just me!

So much to give, so much to show, there has to be another way to go,
But which way I wonder.

To face life on my own, a king with no throne with my subjects,
Turning against me.

Searching for romance, searching after such a long time,
I feel like a trainee.

So much to give, so much to show, there has to be another way to go,
But which way I wonder.

I will start again, refuse to bow down, refuse to be your failed clown,
I am stronger than that inside.

I will be strong, I will stand tall, I will be the man I am that’s all,
I will not let you see I’ve cried.

So much to give, so much to show, there has to be another way to go,
But which way I wonder.

I check for a pulse, its there in my chest, pushing through my veins,
A solid heart does still beat.

I’ll show you what you have lost, let slip through your fingers,
I will not give in to defeat.

So much to give, so much to show, there has to be another way to go,
I don’t need now to wonder.

What do you all think? Oh and try to be constructive.



Comments
7:56 pm Saturday, 9th June, 2012

TBH Hotstuff they just poured out of me that's the way it is sometimes, the words just flow until I feel stronger or something like that. Like I said they just happened and came from deep within. Oddly enough I slept quite well afterwards which was a bit bizarre

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