You knew I was wild
But you wanted to play
You liked my attention
When I started to dance
Only for you -
You had another intention
Danced with me for a while
Knowing I was wild
Pulled me down - fed me your dreams
Till I let my vision drift
But you liked to play
You liked my attention
I made you feel special
Cause I danced for you
You let me think it was real
When I helped you heal
But you liked to play
You liked my attention
You've broken my heart
Taken me apart -
I know it was not
Your intention -
But you liked to play
You just liked my attention
Monday 16 December 2019
Sunday 15 December 2019
Gleaning meaning
Some like sanitised meaning
Never truly gleaning
The mystic soul-
They lock their beating hearts to ideals of cold and measured moments
Wildness without relent-
Torments the narrow mind
How can fire be kind?
Decisions based on proven facts-
Fear-driven tacts
And man's unnatural care -
Lacks courage of a soulful tear,
Two beats locked in arrythmic sway
Yearning to cut/ and break away
Tied in hypothetised metric steps
The cost to cut and run too steep
Never truly gleaning
The mystic soul-
They lock their beating hearts to ideals of cold and measured moments
Wildness without relent-
Torments the narrow mind
How can fire be kind?
Decisions based on proven facts-
Fear-driven tacts
And man's unnatural care -
Lacks courage of a soulful tear,
Two beats locked in arrythmic sway
Yearning to cut/ and break away
Tied in hypothetised metric steps
The cost to cut and run too steep
Thursday 12 December 2019
No hope, no witness, no reward
You've gotta love it through the grime-
Even when no glory is to be had
There are those who like to shine
When other lights are on
But those that twinkle-
When the darkness overwhelms
With no hope, with no witness, with no reward
Well-
They are the ones who love through time
You've gotta love it through the grime-
Even when no glory is to be had
There are those who love to boast
Only when they know they're heard
But those that whisper-
When the silence rings
With no hope, with no witness, with no reward
Well-
They are the ones who love through time
Even when no glory is to be had
There are those who like to shine
When other lights are on
But those that twinkle-
When the darkness overwhelms
With no hope, with no witness, with no reward
Well-
They are the ones who love through time
You've gotta love it through the grime-
Even when no glory is to be had
There are those who love to boast
Only when they know they're heard
But those that whisper-
When the silence rings
With no hope, with no witness, with no reward
Well-
They are the ones who love through time
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