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Sex God
Blithe spirit, that's a wonderful poem - thank you. 
Hope to read more from you in here, dear boy. Sorry, must try not to say "dear boy" too often, dear boy.
Mike.
Hope to read more from you in here, dear boy. Sorry, must try not to say "dear boy" too often, dear boy.
Mike.
Hope the poets dont mind .............. but I need to say this and dont want to start a thread coz most of mine seem to get locked ................ but
A good friend of mine died of cancer yesterday ........ she was 35 and left a young family behind .......
she was a fun loving woman and black isnt allowed at the funeral ............. tis true that only the good die young !!!
So Wendy .............. here goes
When I am in a sober mood..... I worry work and think
When I am in a drunken mood .......... I gamble play and drink
But when my moods are over and time has come to pass
I hope they bury me upside down so the world can kiss my arse !!!
Miss ya and love ya ............... keep a bottle of brandy for me
(trying so hard not to be sad ! )
Sam xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A good friend of mine died of cancer yesterday ........ she was 35 and left a young family behind .......
she was a fun loving woman and black isnt allowed at the funeral ............. tis true that only the good die young !!!
So Wendy .............. here goes
When I am in a sober mood..... I worry work and think
When I am in a drunken mood .......... I gamble play and drink
But when my moods are over and time has come to pass
I hope they bury me upside down so the world can kiss my arse !!!
Miss ya and love ya ............... keep a bottle of brandy for me
(trying so hard not to be sad ! )Sam xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sex God
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Quote by blonde
Hope the poets dont mind .............. but I need to say this and dont want to start a thread coz most of mine seem to get locked ................ but
A good friend of mine died of cancer yesterday ........ she was 35 and left a young family behind .......
she was a fun loving woman and black isnt allowed at the funeral ............. tis true that only the good die young !!!
So Wendy .............. here goes
When I am in a sober mood..... I worry work and think
When I am in a drunken mood .......... I gamble play and drink
But when my moods are over and time has come to pass
I hope they bury me upside down so the world can kiss my arse !!!
Miss ya and love ya ............... keep a bottle of brandy for me
Sam xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
~ Death is Nothing At All ~
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I. You are you.
Whatever we were to each other - that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the same easy way that you always used to.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed.;
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Pray, smile, think of me.
Let my name be the household word that it always was.,
Let it be spoken without effect, without trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was.
There is no unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
Somewhere very near - just around the corner.
All is well.
Hope it helps Sam - it helps me.
Sex God
DO NOT STAND AT MY
GRAVE AND WEEP
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not sit by my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father
who knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Someone sent me this when my mum died, and I thought it was beautiful.
I'm sorry for your loss and pain hun, it does get easier with time.
GRAVE AND WEEP
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not sit by my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father
who knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Someone sent me this when my mum died, and I thought it was beautiful.
I'm sorry for your loss and pain hun, it does get easier with time.
Quote by mistress_sassy
DO NOT STAND AT MY
GRAVE AND WEEP
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not sit by my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father
who knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Someone sent me this when my mum died, and I thought it was beautiful.
I'm sorry for your loss and pain hun, it does get easier with time.
This is a poem by Mary Frye although I've never seen this elongated version before.... I'm not sure if Mary wrote the second part as I've only ever seen it accredited to her with the first section.. Interesting.. thanks Sassy.
Quote by Wishmaster
Hope the poets dont mind .............. but I need to say this and dont want to start a thread coz most of mine seem to get locked ................ but
A good friend of mine died of cancer yesterday ........ she was 35 and left a young family behind .......
she was a fun loving woman and black isnt allowed at the funeral ............. tis true that only the good die young !!!
So Wendy .............. here goes
When I am in a sober mood..... I worry work and think
When I am in a drunken mood .......... I gamble play and drink
But when my moods are over and time has come to pass
I hope they bury me upside down so the world can kiss my arse !!!
Miss ya and love ya ............... keep a bottle of brandy for me
Sam xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
~ Death is Nothing At All ~
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I. You are you.
Whatever we were to each other - that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the same easy way that you always used to.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed.;
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Pray, smile, think of me.
Let my name be the household word that it always was.,
Let it be spoken without effect, without trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was.
There is no unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
Somewhere very near - just around the corner.
All is well.
Hope it helps Sam - it helps me.
This was read out in the church at the funeral service for the husband of one of my best friends... the words are haunting and rolled around in my mind for weeks after... i pass the graveyard where he lies every day... and those words still linger in the air.....
equi-princess xxx
Quote by equi-princess
Hope the poets dont mind .............. but I need to say this and dont want to start a thread coz most of mine seem to get locked ................ but
A good friend of mine died of cancer yesterday ........ she was 35 and left a young family behind .......
she was a fun loving woman and black isnt allowed at the funeral ............. tis true that only the good die young !!!
So Wendy .............. here goes
When I am in a sober mood..... I worry work and think
When I am in a drunken mood .......... I gamble play and drink
But when my moods are over and time has come to pass
I hope they bury me upside down so the world can kiss my arse !!!
Miss ya and love ya ............... keep a bottle of brandy for me
Sam xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
~ Death is Nothing At All ~
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I. You are you.
Whatever we were to each other - that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the same easy way that you always used to.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed.;
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Pray, smile, think of me.
Let my name be the household word that it always was.,
Let it be spoken without effect, without trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was.
There is no unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
Somewhere very near - just around the corner.
All is well.
Hope it helps Sam - it helps me.
This was read out in the church at the funeral service for the husband of one of my best friends... the words are haunting and rolled around in my mind for weeks after... i pass the graveyard where he lies every day... and those words still linger in the air.....
equi-princess xxx
Forgot the accreditation equi-sparkle........... the poem is by Henry Scott Holland
Quote by blithe spirit
Bleeding
She works
While I bleed:
Tapping keys and laughing,
Impervious to my need.
Time passes
At differing rates:
I scream with the colic of rejection;
She talks of Neighbours with her mates.
And now the hour hand moves to five,
She takes her coat and leaves
A walk
A bus
A homecoming
To a home I could have given.
And now he takes her in his arms
She flirts and slowly yields:
A kiss
An embrace
Prelude to the act
My love should have driven.
Beneath my sheets I sob
As other sheets are tossed.
Another’s seed strikes home
As all my life is lost.
She moans
While I bleed
Hi,
I hope you don't mind me critiquing this. It's a force of habit as I used to be a critique editor on an online poetry forum.
This stands up well as a poem but I believe it could be so much more. Reading it aloud (which is how ALL poetry should be read) it becomes a collection of short statements and loses it's coherance and bonding. You have the basis of a good strong romantic poem about lost / forbidden love here and I would expand upon that. You do have a talent for poetry, no doubt about that at all ... but I feel a rhyming scheme would enhance this poem a great deal (I know rhyming poetry is considered old fashioned and outdated with the current poetry community - but I like good structured rhyming poetry). Good work though, I did enjoy the read and the emotions are familiar to me also having been there myself many years ago.
Sex God
Thanks Blithe Spirit, another wonderful poem!
Mike.
Mike.
Sex God
Friends
Friends
Friends smile at you.
They like your face.
They want to be with you
Any old place.
Friends have fun with you.
Friends share
They’re glad when you’re happy---
When you’re sad, they care.
If you’re a friend
Then you care, too.
That’s why your friends
Are glad you’re you!!! :angel:
Friends
Friends smile at you.
They like your face.
They want to be with you
Any old place.
Friends have fun with you.
Friends share
They’re glad when you’re happy---
When you’re sad, they care.
If you’re a friend
Then you care, too.
That’s why your friends
Are glad you’re you!!! :angel:
The Cruelty of Crowds
In solitude he sat on a window sill,
He had never felt so utterly lost.
Through misty windows, he mused, until -
A clock chime reminded him of the cost.
That he had loved, he had loved in ritual,
The baying of mobs was always too loud;
The tenderness of an individual,
Hidden from the cruelty of the crowd.
Believing in his orientation,
He was the one that would always suffer.
A Quentin Crisp in an alien nation;
Tender loving for his sexual buffer.
Beaten and bloody by a phobic mewl:
In dim alleyways he fearfully cowed,
The tenderness of an individual,
Hidden from the cruelty of the crowd.
Poem Notes:
'The Cruelty Of Crowds' addresses the bigotry and hatred that is homophobia. One does not need to be a homosexual to be able to speak out against the injustice of condemning someone for their sexuality. In a free and tolerant society a man should be able to be what he wants to be without fear of prejudice or persecution.
In the poem I have attempted to show the isolation of those that are perceived as 'different' from the rest of society when, in fact, they simply have different views and beliefs. The reference to tenderness is intended to remind that we all have feelings that can be extremely fragile at times.
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The Smell of the Night
I stood on the outside, as one is want,
Succulent fragances in elegant repose.
I cared, nor did I feel, a need to know,
As I pleasurely gave way to the smell of the night.
Ghostlike reflections on shimmering coins,
That sway in the gentle breeze that abounds.
Reminding me that in the most peculiar of ways,
Nature is working by the glow of moonlight.
Breathing, as it seemed, my senses felt alive;
A freshness, I haven't known in any other place.
I stood and watched the stars seek to remind,
That they purify and cleanse the smell of the day.
Boiling sounds, that companioned this aroma,
Of furious machines on concrete veins,
That meant nothing to me, as in my distraction,
I selfishly succumbed to the smell of the night.
Poem Notes:
As I stood in the garden smoking a cigarette late one evening I noticed a smell that I had never sensed before. It permeated the air like a thick blanket, assailing my nostrils with a freshness, a real feeling of being alive and in tune with my surroundings.
It was almost as if nature herself was trying to communicate with me on a personal level. The smell was free of the odour of the day, there were no car fumes present, no smell of cooking from neighbouring houses, just a sweet, clear and fresh smell that must have been so commonplace before the mass industrialisation of our planet - how I envy those that had the good fortune to smell this smell every day of their lives.
In solitude he sat on a window sill,
He had never felt so utterly lost.
Through misty windows, he mused, until -
A clock chime reminded him of the cost.
That he had loved, he had loved in ritual,
The baying of mobs was always too loud;
The tenderness of an individual,
Hidden from the cruelty of the crowd.
Believing in his orientation,
He was the one that would always suffer.
A Quentin Crisp in an alien nation;
Tender loving for his sexual buffer.
Beaten and bloody by a phobic mewl:
In dim alleyways he fearfully cowed,
The tenderness of an individual,
Hidden from the cruelty of the crowd.
Poem Notes:
'The Cruelty Of Crowds' addresses the bigotry and hatred that is homophobia. One does not need to be a homosexual to be able to speak out against the injustice of condemning someone for their sexuality. In a free and tolerant society a man should be able to be what he wants to be without fear of prejudice or persecution.
In the poem I have attempted to show the isolation of those that are perceived as 'different' from the rest of society when, in fact, they simply have different views and beliefs. The reference to tenderness is intended to remind that we all have feelings that can be extremely fragile at times.
***************************************************
The Smell of the Night
I stood on the outside, as one is want,
Succulent fragances in elegant repose.
I cared, nor did I feel, a need to know,
As I pleasurely gave way to the smell of the night.
Ghostlike reflections on shimmering coins,
That sway in the gentle breeze that abounds.
Reminding me that in the most peculiar of ways,
Nature is working by the glow of moonlight.
Breathing, as it seemed, my senses felt alive;
A freshness, I haven't known in any other place.
I stood and watched the stars seek to remind,
That they purify and cleanse the smell of the day.
Boiling sounds, that companioned this aroma,
Of furious machines on concrete veins,
That meant nothing to me, as in my distraction,
I selfishly succumbed to the smell of the night.
Poem Notes:
As I stood in the garden smoking a cigarette late one evening I noticed a smell that I had never sensed before. It permeated the air like a thick blanket, assailing my nostrils with a freshness, a real feeling of being alive and in tune with my surroundings.
It was almost as if nature herself was trying to communicate with me on a personal level. The smell was free of the odour of the day, there were no car fumes present, no smell of cooking from neighbouring houses, just a sweet, clear and fresh smell that must have been so commonplace before the mass industrialisation of our planet - how I envy those that had the good fortune to smell this smell every day of their lives.
Not exactly a poem, but one of my favourite songs at the mo:
Her Mask
I could cry, my time has come,
And I am stupid and forever sad.
Is it you God telling me to go away?
Is it you God telling me to leave this place?
But I thought I could combine with you,
And I need you all the time.
And I thought it was ok with you,
Her mask is in my dreams at night.
But I thought I could escape with you,
Planet asylum keeps me down.
I could cry, my time has come,
And I am stupid and forever sad.
I could cry, my time has come,
And I am stupid forever.
You amaze me more than you could know,
And I need you all the time.
Laying stars, you made me dream of bliss,
And I loved you all the time.
Her Mask, by InMe
Her Mask
I could cry, my time has come,
And I am stupid and forever sad.
Is it you God telling me to go away?
Is it you God telling me to leave this place?
But I thought I could combine with you,
And I need you all the time.
And I thought it was ok with you,
Her mask is in my dreams at night.
But I thought I could escape with you,
Planet asylum keeps me down.
I could cry, my time has come,
And I am stupid and forever sad.
I could cry, my time has come,
And I am stupid forever.
You amaze me more than you could know,
And I need you all the time.
Laying stars, you made me dream of bliss,
And I loved you all the time.
Her Mask, by InMe
Orgasminator
Sitting on the beach, sand between my toes
What is in my future, who will come and go?
The sun beams down and I raise my head and look
At the big sea before me, its size which I mistook
I feel insignificant compared to this great expanse
What difference can I possibly make, will I be given a chance?
I realize then while sitting there, that all I have to do
Is listen to my heart and I know it will pull me through
Strength and inspiration are not material things
They come from deep inside you, they give your soul its wings
So whenever I’m in doubt and begin to stray
I take a look down deep inside and the answer comes my way
If you believe in yourself you can make your dreams come true
For no one else can do it, that power must come from you
What is in my future, who will come and go?
The sun beams down and I raise my head and look
At the big sea before me, its size which I mistook
I feel insignificant compared to this great expanse
What difference can I possibly make, will I be given a chance?
I realize then while sitting there, that all I have to do
Is listen to my heart and I know it will pull me through
Strength and inspiration are not material things
They come from deep inside you, they give your soul its wings
So whenever I’m in doubt and begin to stray
I take a look down deep inside and the answer comes my way
If you believe in yourself you can make your dreams come true
For no one else can do it, that power must come from you
Rescue Me Or Bury Me
by Steve Vai
Summer nights, such lonely times, this memory does bleed,
I need you in my life again.
Fantasies release me from the bondage of my fate,
And the days pass like the falling rain.
Your eyes reflect like mirrors the beauty in your soul,
But anger shatters precious glass.
Can't you recall the intimate secrets that we truly shared?
The faith and trust we swore would always last?
I only have myself to blame, you know it takes my breath away
To see you cry.
To love I implore, I scream in the air, claw at my chest and rip out my hair,
Embrace me, or let my spirit die.
Oh, rescue me or bury me.
Time is like a prison cell for those whose crime is lonliness,
When freedoms banging at their door.
When all has been said and done, you must decide: swallow your pride,
Reach out and take these hands forever more.
Oh, rescue me or bury me
by Steve Vai
Summer nights, such lonely times, this memory does bleed,
I need you in my life again.
Fantasies release me from the bondage of my fate,
And the days pass like the falling rain.
Your eyes reflect like mirrors the beauty in your soul,
But anger shatters precious glass.
Can't you recall the intimate secrets that we truly shared?
The faith and trust we swore would always last?
I only have myself to blame, you know it takes my breath away
To see you cry.
To love I implore, I scream in the air, claw at my chest and rip out my hair,
Embrace me, or let my spirit die.
Oh, rescue me or bury me.
Time is like a prison cell for those whose crime is lonliness,
When freedoms banging at their door.
When all has been said and done, you must decide: swallow your pride,
Reach out and take these hands forever more.
Oh, rescue me or bury me
Orgasminator
Happy thoughts make me smile 
Very Happy thoughts drive me insane :crazy:
I Love Life :inlove:
Love Life each and everyday :love:
Very Happy thoughts drive me insane :crazy:
I Love Life :inlove:
Love Life each and everyday :love:
Tick, Tock
Dull is the blade that beckons me,
No love for thee can it set free,
For you have turned a mind from peace,
Sweet sanction is my just release.
Pain is a reminder from my heart,
That I am still alive and yet apart,
Empty footsteps that echo mine,
Resounding wearily on mispent time.
So forlorn and bereft of hope
Sliding down this senseless slope,
Which pilgrimage should I make?
One that sleeps or one that wakes?
I am tunnelling through my dreams,
To reach a light, that forever seems,
To be moving further away,
Taking me farther from brighter days.
Where is the place from whence I began?
How I miss the days when I ran,
In youthfulness and spirited play.
If only I had known on that beautiful day.
A sound that is acid to my ears,
A passing of time and of years,
A ticking clock that does not relent,
Until my time is completely spent.
Dull is the blade that beckons me,
No love for thee can it set free,
For you have turned a mind from peace,
Sweet sanction is my just release.
Pain is a reminder from my heart,
That I am still alive and yet apart,
Empty footsteps that echo mine,
Resounding wearily on mispent time.
So forlorn and bereft of hope
Sliding down this senseless slope,
Which pilgrimage should I make?
One that sleeps or one that wakes?
I am tunnelling through my dreams,
To reach a light, that forever seems,
To be moving further away,
Taking me farther from brighter days.
Where is the place from whence I began?
How I miss the days when I ran,
In youthfulness and spirited play.
If only I had known on that beautiful day.
A sound that is acid to my ears,
A passing of time and of years,
A ticking clock that does not relent,
Until my time is completely spent.
The stiff stubborn arc
forms impossible laddered stairways
to unknown zones rising in rising out
never-ending, arousing,
catching a stray gaze
at the curve of her back,
so preciously untouchable,
wrapped in finest tightest whalebone
and the eyes rest unheeded,
unnoticed; some stolen, unspoken, unbroken moment
as he stands mesmerised by the slopes
and seduction of her pose.
forms impossible laddered stairways
to unknown zones rising in rising out
never-ending, arousing,
catching a stray gaze
at the curve of her back,
so preciously untouchable,
wrapped in finest tightest whalebone
and the eyes rest unheeded,
unnoticed; some stolen, unspoken, unbroken moment
as he stands mesmerised by the slopes
and seduction of her pose.
I AM I
Unveil your face
Take off your mask
And tell the world when they ask
I am I
And this is me
And if they laugh or if they shun
Stand up strong
And do not run
For
I am I
And this is me
Rain
What sorrow so great could make the sky mourn?
A teardrop precipitance clouds a joyful dawn
What hurt so deep turns colours grey?
Whose heart was broken to make this day?
As heavenly teardrops fall at my feet
In puddle they huddle
On lonely street
The Sun accepts its celestial defeat
In reflection of the mood in people I meet
The trees sway in funeral procession
A birds sweet song is tinged with depression
The grass grieves in a plaintive bow
To lament the loss it feels now
Does the sky know of my notion?
Can it read my mind and feel emotion?
Do the sombre clouds merely appear
Just to hide one lonely tear?
What sorrow so great could make the sky mourn?
A teardrop precipitance clouds a joyful dawn.
Both of these poems are intensely personal to me. i wrote them a long time ago but still say them out loud like mantas when i need to. i hope you like them.
Unveil your face
Take off your mask
And tell the world when they ask
I am I
And this is me
And if they laugh or if they shun
Stand up strong
And do not run
For
I am I
And this is me
Rain
What sorrow so great could make the sky mourn?
A teardrop precipitance clouds a joyful dawn
What hurt so deep turns colours grey?
Whose heart was broken to make this day?
As heavenly teardrops fall at my feet
In puddle they huddle
On lonely street
The Sun accepts its celestial defeat
In reflection of the mood in people I meet
The trees sway in funeral procession
A birds sweet song is tinged with depression
The grass grieves in a plaintive bow
To lament the loss it feels now
Does the sky know of my notion?
Can it read my mind and feel emotion?
Do the sombre clouds merely appear
Just to hide one lonely tear?
What sorrow so great could make the sky mourn?
A teardrop precipitance clouds a joyful dawn.
Both of these poems are intensely personal to me. i wrote them a long time ago but still say them out loud like mantas when i need to. i hope you like them.
My winged horse, my friend, my confidant...
Flying over ground and fence,
Another silver cup for the collection.
Several years later.......
Resting in the green fields,
Our triumphs a distant memory.
And one day, you're gone.
I'm left with your body.......
Your soul flys free once more...
Fast and brave... like you used to be....
equi-princess xxx
Ari.... its been 3 yrs... i miss you more now than ever................
Flying over ground and fence,
Another silver cup for the collection.
Several years later.......
Resting in the green fields,
Our triumphs a distant memory.
And one day, you're gone.
I'm left with your body.......
Your soul flys free once more...
Fast and brave... like you used to be....
equi-princess xxx
Ari.... its been 3 yrs... i miss you more now than ever................
Driving With The Brakes On
By Del Amitri
Driving through the long night, trying to figure who's right
And who's wrong, now the kid has gone.
I sit belted up tight, she sucks on a matchlight
Glowing bronze, steering on.
And I might be more a man if I stopped this in it's tracks and said
"Come on, lets go home".
But she's got the wheel, and I've got nothing, except what I have on.
When you're driving with the brakes on,
When you're swimming with your boots on,
Its hard to say you love someone,
And its hard to say you don't.
Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation from
The thing we've done.
She shuts up the ashtray, I say "Its a long way back now hon",
She just yawns.
And we might get lost some place so desolate that
No-one where we're from would ever come.
But she's got the wheel, and I've got to deal from now on.
When you're driving with the brakes on,
When you're swimming with your boots on,
Its hard to say you love someone,
And its hard to say you don't.
But unless the moon falls tonight,
Unless continents collide,
Nothing's gonna make me break from her side.
Cos when you're driving with the brakes on,
When you're swimming with your boots on,
Its hard to say you love someone,
And its hard to say you don't.
Its hard to say you love someone,
And its hard to say you don't.
By Del Amitri
Driving through the long night, trying to figure who's right
And who's wrong, now the kid has gone.
I sit belted up tight, she sucks on a matchlight
Glowing bronze, steering on.
And I might be more a man if I stopped this in it's tracks and said
"Come on, lets go home".
But she's got the wheel, and I've got nothing, except what I have on.
When you're driving with the brakes on,
When you're swimming with your boots on,
Its hard to say you love someone,
And its hard to say you don't.
Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation from
The thing we've done.
She shuts up the ashtray, I say "Its a long way back now hon",
She just yawns.
And we might get lost some place so desolate that
No-one where we're from would ever come.
But she's got the wheel, and I've got to deal from now on.
When you're driving with the brakes on,
When you're swimming with your boots on,
Its hard to say you love someone,
And its hard to say you don't.
But unless the moon falls tonight,
Unless continents collide,
Nothing's gonna make me break from her side.
Cos when you're driving with the brakes on,
When you're swimming with your boots on,
Its hard to say you love someone,
And its hard to say you don't.
Its hard to say you love someone,
And its hard to say you don't.
