To the tune of “ Sixteen Going on Seventeen
from “The Sound of Music”
When you’re with me,
I can feel everything, a body’s meant to feel
Butterfly kisses, tell me what this is
My heart is yours to steal
When you’re with me.
I can do anything, climbing the highest peak
Your love updates me, invigorates me
So I can hardly speak
What do I care, if others say
that ours is puppy love
They wouldn’t dare, if they could play
just what I’m dreaming of
When I’m with you,
We can do anything, no one can force our hand
Suitors may show up, trying to blow up
They’ll never understand
When you’re with me,
I can see everything, that there is left to see
There's just one thing, just one undone thing
Seeing you marry me
I searched only to find,
days more survived,
th'n wooed by life,
asking the heavens why.
Her name held a promised vow..
likened to a solitary bell,
from tall steeple's climb,
oh, how far I fell..
for one called Michelle.
I'll meet you in starlight again..
if rightful universe is willing,
to lend a helping hand.
Maybe, just maybe,
if they hear me praying,
where winged angels go singing..
her laughing eyes still playing.
Night passes on,
awaiting tomorrow's dawn,
somewhere a lone bell still ringing,
where queen takes pawn.
Two lover's lips willing to relearn,
whispered in a wishing well,
softest voice' heralding a return,
the one called Michelle..
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of tyranny,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my hackers live,
Land where my loyalty is,
Land where the bankers give
Let Russia ring!
Let Russia swell the breeze,
And ring with Putany
Sweet brother's song;
Let lying tongues awake;
Let American freedoms take;
Let law and justice break,
Let Trump rule ring!
My native country, flee,
To land of autocracy,
Thy name I love;
I love thy arrogance,
Thy sweet high-handedness;
Your subjugating dominance
Of thee I sing.
Allies like Moscow Mitch,
Have America in the ditch,
Let Fox News ring!
Republicanism is a ,
Our government for the rich,
My Lackey's be enriched
Of thee I bling!
Corruption's' God to me,
Author of tweetery,
such sleaze I bring.
Long may my brand be bright,
With dictator's impending night,
The fools have given me the right,
I'm God your King!
No more
Riffs o’er.
Half time
No mime.
Will stand
Sound grand.
Without
The tout.
Zayn’s cool
We rule.
Written February 26, 2013
Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge
To ride tricycles instead
We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards
A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building up through the night
No need to put up a fight
Godspeed to those approaching death
They won't get to see
What we've got coming next
You'll faint from holding your breath
This cold case is closed
No need to stay in repose
To dwell on precious regrets
That are laced with vellocet
Emotions so fervent, the mind of the dedicated
With a path so rough he wonders how he tolerates it
But he keeps moving with a steady locomotion
Through stormy valleys and turbulent oceans
Once or twice, he may have hesitated
But his reasons weren't languid, unsated
He looked around at his life
Tempestuous eyes making sure his is path right
He stumbles forward though dark unstable passageways
Always facing his goal, vehement not to turn away
He's like a strong tower, beaten but still standing
No one knows when it'll fall or where it would be landing
He's not too proud to tell you that he never cries
But it's a desperate situation when tears leave his eyes
Usually involving the loss of something vital in his life
But with a kings golden spirit he makes that sacrifice
He reaches his goal, basked in satin moonlight
He kept moving, kept the finish line in sight
And at last he can sit on his throne
Smiling because people that told him he wasn't going to make it...were wrong
Life Less
By: IzaDonna
Such a lonely girl along the road
No one helps her, no where to go
Tears are falling from her face
She wipes them away with disgrace
Nothing but the clothes on her back
Once standing in light now in black
N I'm hoping she still has drive
N keep pushing to stay alive
Chorus:
As the memories come flooding in
She realizes shes lived in sin
Can she change it, starting today
Before her life fully slips away
Can she finally fight her fight
Cause if not she'll die tonight
Can't u realize she isnt a soldier
All she really wants is someone to hold her
As she looks at the poison
Her soul has finally chosen
She lifts it up n throws it on the ground
Thanking the strength thats deep inside
Finally free again, dont have to hide
Erase the slate, n take a stand
This is it now, one last chance
Chorus X2
Haters give me reason to survive
Just like tupac, i love to see disgust in their eyes
We stand strong doing what we believe is right
Laughing at the funny and lighting up the night
Wars of the mind committed every day
Tears as people lose in this game of life we play
I got my partners on my side, riding like soldiers
Smashing the past like giants throwing boulders
I pay attention to my predecessors words
The motivation that turns my mind to gold
Striving to be a beast i shine like a diamond
hard headed, stubborn, and bright like lightning
I shed light on my enemies and foes
Toying with them like a predator killing a doe
I welcome you to my mind, call it Williamsvil
From here i destroy with the poems i build
Rest in peace, dear homies on the other side
Overcome by haters, tricked into suicide
Bless them father although they couldn't survive
And help me as i continue on in this life
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.
cross it
my heart with my fist
to a country spirit long forgotten
wrapped around the wrist
of some infidel
American scum
but the truth of the matter is
they wanna go home
troops that come home
to shoes thrown at their face
its like a long spent nightmare
but real life is all they see
baby killer my bottom
taking orders has its flaws
they do what their told
not what they want
so dont blame ameri-troops
cuz it really isnt them
In your arms
I certainly
Found the heaven.
Don't know why?
Your soft lips
I am hard to forget.
Your eyes,
Says everything.
I have no control
Over me and my
Thoughts.
I want to see you
Every time, everywhere.
You are just unaware
Of this fact.
In your arms
I certainly
Found the heaven.
Don't know why?
Your beautiful soft hands
Caresses my face.
I just have no control
On my hormones.
You give me pleasure.
And yours looks
You have all the
Resources that
I find in a lass.
Thank you.
we are now together
we exchanged our heart
with each other
we truly love
one another
with patience and little fear...
but O my dear..
are we here..?
I think no...
I too am burning
in the same fire
I am just learning
the way to love, from you
and I am not a liar
we are in love
and out of this world
far away from loneliness
even though we live
among people of mind curled
I am preparing myself
to fulfil all your needs
you don't know yourself
that I am feeing guilty
for all my bad deeds
my deeds that hurt you
that brought tears in your eyes
but O my dear! I love you
and for you I can even wait
sitting up above the SKIES
The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt
It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence
Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross
At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into
What you now call
"disapointment"
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for
Themselves
It's not easy being me
At 16 the seniors life is far from heavenly
I'm ranked as a minor and portrayed as a thug
A young man just trying to make it in the world
The social network has me on the low grid
Just a "Wana Be" trying to come up and get big
It's all good i shrug and laugh it off
Constant pounding irons out the soft
Small comments truly don't phase me
But even steel bends when beat constantly
The mask is cracking and dark is invented
And i focus to make sure i don't vent it
The anger bred from an under ranked master
The rage fed to an underpaid senior
It's all good i shrug and laugh it off
Hiding the feelings with a quiet cough
The past is past i move on and keep my head up
Adjusting the mask and still trying to come up
I live the life of an outcast
Accepted in the area but hoped to move on fast
I always look for a way to prove it
But it seems that i can't quite do it
It's all good i shrug and laugh it off
I won't be remembered maybe I'll just "Get Lost"
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