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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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TWILIGHT

Phosphorus
blade
churn the toilsome task

the jet king lay with broken backs
our enemy will feel our racks
sleek filled with bombs
and piloted by pretty blondes

the twilight time has thus
arrived and dwindled down
mans perfect tribe
our archive war machines
we trust will keep our
foes in blood and rust

LATE NIGHT LULLABY

Awakened on a late spring night.
Unsure by what, it doesn't matter.
Perhaps a stab of full moon's light
caused my peaceful sleep to shatter.

Well past midnight says the clock
which slowly tics my life away.
The open window fails to block
sounds unheard in light of day.

From the pond a frog's base burps
echo from the far side's ridge
where the peepers' cry usurps
a far train's passage on a bridge.

opee nee yawn!

What's this about opinion?
Just some exclusive right of people to say their idiotic
Believe their moronic
accept their own views
Denying the need of a more enlightened clarification.

A Hill With No Name

A puff of dust,
A slight slow breeze,
My foeman steps beneath the weeping trees,

A whispered word,
A lovers touch,
She lied to me about much,

Her body was sweet,
Her lips were red,
Today her poison kiss leaves one man dead,

He stops and turns,
He meets my eyes,
This man who took my lying wife,

He brushes back his duster,
He slips his hammer strap,
His actions have led him into my trap,

He dips his hand,
He draws his steel,
But my equalizer is poised for the kill,

WOUNDS updated

WOUNDS

My wounds bleed
hard and deep
My heart is blind
to its own light
and my soul seeks peace
fleeing far from itself
into distant places
Let the madness come
and all knowing be done !

He sings to me

He sings to me

I"m the happiest when
i'm within the one note you sing to me
eavesdrop quietly
a faint back into a prism of lyrics
too absolute to possess
I let it breathe then rest
on the abstruse center of my back
a scale pulse decrypt rungs nexus intricacies
a looped spinal cord
emancipate movement to the accompaniment of fingertips
a prod boney keys
to lessen her aches and pangs so as to create again in chancel

© 2012 Lepadah

Autumn Walk

grinding ink
rice paper for the haiga
ginkos remain

maple leaf dances
across stony creek
syncopated

warm sunlight
red leaf filtered
brisk breeze

dried leaves swirl
raise and fall on the eddy
cul-de-sac

dead birch stands out
among red gold and orange
old ghost

black and white
ink streaked rice paper
fall colors appear
 
 

 

Smile

When dark becomes the night
no moon nor stars in sight
but woes, sighs and cries,
how sadly look the skies.

Then bright shall come the day
to sweep that dark away.
The sun, shining for miles
adorns the skies with smiles.

Thor (constructive feedback workshop)

.
He rumbles in the distant haze
feet heavy
in the groaning grey’s
grumble and quiver
and threatens
to let loose the deluge
held in promise
by the hovering black
as he incites air-quake with every angry step

Changes

I am not dead
I am just changing
Unfolding as a rose
tipped by dew
in warm basking
of freedoms light
... Alive yet incoherent
Solving my enemies
as queens to pawns
Eclipsing the moon drops
of Aslan and his armies
Meadows of heather,
lilac and lavender
Mushrooms ballooning
across eastern east
The dragon smoking
puffing his pipe
while crawdads race
across marble floors
in the crystal palace
Hello!!!
there my Lyrical one
Sing me a song about

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