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Jonathan Davis Poem
Look up to the sky
Until you begin to wonder why
Wonder why we grow, be, then die
All of these answers, up in our sky
Dream and believe that you can fly
One day, further than our sky
Keep your head held up on-high
Keep on smiling, stay focused, don't sigh
Look up to our sky
Fly high
Further than our sky
Copyright © Jonathan Davis | Year Posted 2016
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Jonathan Davis Poem
So I sat downstairs
I tried to eat a pasty
She started screaming and shouting
Really getting quite nasty
Sat there for a minute, tried to let it go in
Now all I wanted to do was put the pasty in the bin
As she carried on giving the verbal abuse
It seemed to me, the only option was a noose
All of this started, it started for a reason
All of it because I had commited high treason
So I stand here today and look at my past
Crystal clear to me now, it was not meant to last
It appears I've been, really quite nasty
From now on in I'll just sit and eat a pasty
To all of the men, there are sirens out there
Don't look in their eyes, don't let them flick their hair
I've a bit of advice, it's entirely upto you
Though it may just stop, your head turning to goo
You could just think that I'm being rather nasty
Trust me, don't think
Just sit and eat your pasty
Copyright © Jonathan Davis | Year Posted 2016
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Jonathan Davis Poem
Is it really hard for us to understand
Most people presume they're snobby or grand
Now in this day and age, we live in
Not nearly enough of us just stop and try giving
How many of us? Offer strangers our hand
Let's be honest, just a few in this concrete land
Why don't we try, with a bit of harder labour
Stretch a bit further out, let's give to thy neighbour
Here are two words I'd like you to think hard about
One is Camera
The other is Pout
Copyright © Jonathan Davis | Year Posted 2016
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Jonathan Davis Poem
From the egg comes the Prince,
He’s got a long way to go,
He can only become King,
When the Prince has to go
It’s in his darkness that he learns to grow,
From the seed to the tree,
How big can he be?
He looks up, he looks down,
His balance, the middle ground
He must go back to the egg,
To release the hound,
Only then, the King can be found
Copyright © Jonathan Davis | Year Posted 2020
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