comedown high

There's a method to your madness

This I cannot deny

You come in all guns blazing 

But you'd not hurt a fly

 

Your post punk philosophies 

Have really got the best of me

Your northern soul discography

Has put my life in jeopardy

 

I was all smiles and no grin

Every place I got in

I had been serving up cervesas

All tonic no gin 

 

There really seems no reason that we can't work things out

I would knock you back for nothing, if I had but one doubt 

We would turn around from this life with all our desire

And run out from the building that we'd just set on fire 

 

The smoke rose from the ashes that the wind blew away

I'll be calling out for justice until my dying day

There must be some kinda meaning to this horrible world

If you could only see this you might still be my girl 

 

And after all the bangs and shouts, 

The sonnet of the down and outs

Put the dreamers to the shore

I told them not to drink no more

With my letter in the piling waste

My last wish is to see your face

For the crime and recreation

May you sing and save a nation

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nightlight1220's picture

Fun for me... *smiles*

The re-creation was the recreation of this poem for me. Thank you, wordmaster. Nice write! Etymology by google.

 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

SSmoothie's picture

great write!

great write!


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