Best Overcoat Poems
Goodbye to me, goodbye to you
and goodbye to everything I knew.
And sure enough that sky all grey,
can paint the clouds a'something blue.
And I don't ask no questions about why,
I just float along and let the hands of time
pass me right on by.
And like that time, she float along
and take that moon where it don't belong.
And then the sky turn something darker,
but I still find my way back home.
And i don't ask no questions about why;
I just keep on playing my music and
writing my lullabies.
And now there's evil and there's good,
and things we shouldn't, things we should.
Now I keep gettin' asked the questions,
that I've never understood.
And I don't ask no questions about why;
I just keep my feet beneath me and
eyes up at the sky
Two Wiseguys have locked me in their car trunk and are taking me for a ride.
In just a little while from now, those two men will commit homicide.
I was an eyewitness and I was going to testify.
But the Mafia captured me and now I will die.
They're going to throw me in the lake after giving me a cement overcoat.
It will be heavy enough to sink me to the bottom, I certainly won't float.
The car has stopped and those two men are opening the trunk.
They're getting ready to cover me with cement, my boat is sunk.
Suddenly I hear thunder, and lightning just struck those two punks in the head.
God has saved me after the Government failed to, those evil fiends are dead.
I'm still shaking because I was so terrified.
If God hadn't intervened, I would've died.
If you're wondering how grateful I am to The Lord, the answer is a lot.
God saved me because I'm a Christian and those Wiseguys were not.
(This is a fictional poem.)
soft drift flow
escapologist kin
leopard shrine mute
sounds very right by me,
overcoat worn out,
and back i'll be,
where thought does rule eternity,
till me soul has no more doubt,
i'm free,
on the 7th level eternally,
no other way about,
when debt is paid by me,
spring out of the old overcoat, dead you be,
back just west of eternity,
badder dudes return constantly,
the suffering side of humanity,
balance and logic prevail,
on the list of serenity...
Don
re: Dying To Be Me
Mystic Rose
Alone I was sitting
Wondering where you are
Two years have passed
And you're still there
Where I can't find you
Alone I was sitting
Lost in a memory of you
Wearing a black overcoat
Walking, not towards me,
But towards my heart
Your overcoat was too long
It would've touched the ground
Unless my heart had grasped it
You were never on the ground
You were floating within my soul
i sink my fangs into your coat
anything to make you stay
im like a dog, begging for your attention
you were old enough to be my father
and quick enough to leave like one
would you look at me?
you must go home to your family
i have none to flee too
you know every inch of me but i didn't even know your name
i gave you all of me
but you couldn't even love me
you tricked me
i thought i was loved
for once
Into the station
a train is coming
click, clack, clicker,
choo, choo,
toot...toot
you
show the shared
lives of time and history
When you are coming to me
--If money hadn't slipped through us,
love would not have faded
or tarnished--
Put one foot on the train stairs,
grabbed the handle with,
one hand and bowed head
like words with eyewash,
following a slow-moving train: i
one point; you remains
Frozen snows on the ground,
left and staying
overcoat fell over it
like all know.