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Backwards

By: Carrie

G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

G
I wanna fly a kite
A
At night instead of day,
C
I wanna drive a big old truck
D
The opposite way
G
I wanna laugh when I’m sad,
C
And cry when I’m happy and gay
D A
I wanna do what no one’s done
G
Any other day.

G
I wanna wear all my clothes
A
Wear em all inside out,

C
I wanna be real quiet,
D
When everybody else wants to shout
G
I wanna see the stars
C
When everybody else sees the sun
D
I want my day to end
C G
When everybody else’s has begun.

C D
Wouldn’t it be weird, wouldn’t it be funny and strange
A
If everyone thought like this,
G
Slightly deranged.

 

 

Lost Love

By: Alex Tanner

Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.

Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.

Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.

We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.

For fleeting months we tarried,
Each time we met we knew
This may be the last time
For lovers hours are few.

If I love ten thousand women
Tis you I will recall;
You gave yourself so willing,
For your passion I did fall.

On black nights as the wind howls,
As I lie in a bed so cold,
Your soft voice echoes 'cross the years
To warm my lonely soul.

                                                                                                                                         

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Love Me Painfully

I want you to love me painfully.
I want your throat raw after screaming you love me.
I want your heart bloody with all the love it pumps out.
I want your bones aching when I’m not there for you to hold.

I want you to love me painfully
Because that is how I will love you.
I will bandage you up
And kiss your scars
And love you gently.

Colours

Green is the colour
Of the deep dark sea
Blue is the feeling
Deep within me

Red is the colour
Of the red sky at night
Yellow is the colour
Of the sun so bright

Black is the colour
Of a cave, deep and dark
Brown is the colour
Of an old trees bark

Grey is the colour
Of the socks I have on
One day these colours
In my heart will belong

Ha! Ha! Ha!
They're laughing at me
So I'll keep on thinking
Of trying to be free

Hope

When you smile,
Mighty darkness
Has an urge to confess.

Your smile turns fears,
Into exiled prisoners
That are banished for years.

The sound of your laughter
Beckons sadness to dream
Of a tomorrow free of disaster.

Are you real? I daringly ask,
In a world where joy
Is sold as a jester’s mask.

In a world filled with gloom,
There is your soul that makes
Spring flowers bloom.

You show hate is no king,
Just another fool,
With a bite that doesn’t sting.

An Hypothesis Of Life

Existent In The Moment, A Time Of Familiar Reckoning,
Universal Brothers And Sisters, As To Our First Breath, Souls Awakening,

Of Footprints Duly Followed, Achievements Forever Welcoming,
Possessions Widely Scattered, A Reflection Of Sin's Recounting ,

This Gift Of Immaculate Blessing, To Reconciliation Forever Recounting,
A Divinity Cycle Of Endless Recurring, Our Ultimate Resignation,
The Twilight Then Beckoning.

Blackberry Winter

It’s the end of April…
Spring awakens after it’s long winter rest
The sun glistens between the fresh leaves on the trees
The birds sing once more
And the days last longer

Blackberry Winter stops by for a visit
Reviving the barren bushes
As the berries begin to blossom,
I am reminded…
Just as the weather and plants change
With every new season,
I must do the same.

Hug

This could be us
Merged with the wine in the glass
Out there was a storm
Our house was torn
Water from ceiling was dripping
So as my will for life weeping
You came out of the dark
Leaving me without life spark
Senseless
Speechless
Numb
Craving for the last hug

Earth Day April 22nd 2024

I lament bidding Gaia's creatures adieu,
an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore rhythm
unstoppably ticking,
when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized viz Doctor Zeus
if not Horton Hears Hoo

Ready for Heaven!

You can take it or leave it
a heaven or hell.
You're living in them now
as you can surely tell.
Believe in demons,
the devil as well!
Believe that Jesus saves
and that Adam fell?
We all make mistakes,
Judas Iscariot as well!
Our myopic perspectives
have caught us under a spell.
for did not God himself say
that ye are gods,
and the children of the most high?
divinity in embryo,
what do you think, can you tell?
As long as your willing
to push through the swell.

Retrospective glare

Why when your clothes get snagged on a pin
Do you pull and unravel the thread?
You tug and you tug but you can’t win
Like unraveling the thoughts from his head

He is not a simple man, like he so thinks he is
He is preternatural, aberrated, rare
Yet calls himself a freak of his
own nature, oh how I despair

You cannot see me in the bright that I see you
I’m worried you may see me in a glare
Though one day I hope for you to see who
I am and why the other boys stare

The Deep Woods

I took a walk in the deep, lonely woods

I came upon a dying weeping tree

Knowing a lot less than I ever should

Wondered if anyone would weep for me

Darkness fell like a heavy sword from the sky

As I faded into the warm, peaceful earth

I wondered what it would be like to die

Will I disintegrate slowly into the surly dirt

As I contemplated all of my lost days

Above me, a dark canvas did lowly hang

All of my hurt slowly started to slip away

Will never leave these deep woods again

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