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I love the first one mate, it reads like a Johnny Cash song, which is praise indeed.

I'm struggling to get my head round the second one as there's so much there.

Great stuff, you could be the forums Poet Laureate !

Second one is transitional tbh

Like i said i went through a more hip hop phase recently and ive been experimenting with my structure away from my usual abab style

I've not got the voice to sing but i might end up laying down a track over a beat

We'll see what happens, like i said i lost loads of my old material when my computer died and took the hdd with it - i had one called holy spirits about an alcoholic musing over his life when he notices hes left the gas on the oven but he's too drunk to intervene and he reaches a level of peace that atleast he'll go out in peace as his house burns down around him

Ive recently found an old poem (never rerewd your own work) and decided to see if i could rewrite a verse of it to a standard id be happy with now

This was the result;

'So what to do but scribble sorrow
As our power plants burn tomorrow
This book goes back through time
Paper pulp to mulch a tree, a leaf?
As I crawl forwards; sex, drugs relief?
To not act is to decide, and decision is belief
With that in mind, its all suicide, be it drugs or knives, or killing time, the earth churns endless moltern iron to arias of birthing cries
But I'll star no role, achieve no goal
My inaction a testament to the sacrament that picks up speed as it rolls and each birthing cheer turns my heart to stone
For doomed to die is every soul
 
I love the first one mate, it reads like a Johnny Cash song, which is praise indeed.

I'm struggling to get my head round the second one as there's so much there.

Great stuff, you could be the forums Poet Laureate !
If you read the second one like you're in 8 mile it works bro, it's deep.
 
I love the first one mate, it reads like a Johnny Cash song, which is praise indeed.

I'm struggling to get my head round the second one as there's so much there.

Great stuff, you could be the forums Poet Laureate !
The Poet Laureate gets a barrel of sherry - so that'll be a no.
 

Aberfan

A shy fragile leaf now greens
In a bright and plastic room
On tender stems it offers forth
To cast its earthen womb
Fed by a valley's tears
That watched it leaf and grow
To tell of ones that sleep the night
In Aberfan below

One day those sleepy flowers
Will leave that sunsealed land
And wink away the night
That no one understands
To tell us why that summer fades
In a single afternoon
And why that day in Aberfan
Did autumn come too soon.
 
Aberfan

A shy fragile leaf now greens
In a bright and plastic room
On tender stems it offers forth
To cast its earthen womb
Fed by a valley's tears
That watched it leaf and grow
To tell of ones that sleep the night
In Aberfan below

One day those sleepy flowers
Will leave that sunsealed land
And wink away the night
That no one understands
To tell us why that summer fades
In a single afternoon
And why that day in Aberfan
Did autumn come too soon.

....never read that poem before, poignant for those of us old enough to remember that dreadful tragedy.
 

Second one is transitional tbh

Like i said i went through a more hip hop phase recently and ive been experimenting with my structure away from my usual abab style

I've not got the voice to sing but i might end up laying down a track over a beat

We'll see what happens, like i said i lost loads of my old material when my computer died and took the hdd with it - i had one called holy spirits about an alcoholic musing over his life when he notices hes left the gas on the oven but he's too drunk to intervene and he reaches a level of peace that atleast he'll go out in peace as his house burns down around him

Ive recently found an old poem (never rerewd your own work) and decided to see if i could rewrite a verse of it to a standard id be happy with now

This was the result;

'So what to do but scribble sorrow
As our power plants burn tomorrow
This book goes back through time
Paper pulp to mulch a tree, a leaf?
As I crawl forwards; sex, drugs relief?
To not act is to decide, and decision is belief
With that in mind, its all suicide, be it drugs or knives, or killing time, the earth churns endless moltern iron to arias of birthing cries
But I'll star no role, achieve no goal
My inaction a testament to the sacrament that picks up speed as it rolls and each birthing cheer turns my heart to stone
For doomed to die is every soul


You're strange, but I like you x
 

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