Quarta-feira, 11 de Agosto de 2010

The Moody Blues Poems....

 

 

Truthful writing

 

 

 

Coming out of a marooned forest,

Al that was left was the tune that you took away.

As the bigger “I” never lost sight,

The coldness stroke the hour,

As time stood still…

You always told that I wasn’t a writer

And I still think that you’re right….

My words come ill fainted,

Like one abandoned hound below the sun.

It was never enough to stand and stare at the moonlight,

Driven away out to the open stairway….

But the truth of words wonder a world filled with hypocrisy and arrogance.

As my own strength fought out fires of pure flavors,

I to become one with reality…

I got myself back when I walked those streets that once had gimmick,

And there are still traces of you...as sin shades every haunted writers dream,

As beats keep on beating, I to needed you,

It kept me truthful...


Written by: David Nightingale às 02:13
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