A Song From The Bottom Of My Feet

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i've seen desert sand burn up the sky,
scenes of hell too often told,
those stories often make me cry,
seems i'm not so very bold

i've felt blackened streets burn through my feet,
screams of hell too often heard,
these songs do often make me weep,
saddest tunes in this sad world.

take back all of your mean words baby,
take back all that you said,
and if we both take back some cryin'
maybe we could love again

i woke up in a dream last night,
i felt you by my side,
your body felt so fine, so right,
but some crazed demon cried

in a soulful voice his best discord
split the late night's sleepy hour,
the saddest string, another chord,
cries another dead red flower

take back all of your mean words baby,
take back all that you said,
and if we both take back come cryin'
maybe we could love again
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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Comments

  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    The bottom of your feet sing well! :D
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  • Obsidian22Obsidian22 Posts: 298
    I just made love, it's been nearly one week
    I just made love, two hearts beating speak
    Too long in the meantime, time only forgives
    Too long into dreamtime, the soul still it lives

    Once, twice, maybe three times a charm
    There's only so much, till a little death does harm

    Still does Love need such a puncture
    A hole, not thy whole
    Still does Love need such a rapture
    Uniting, that my soul

    Now He sleeps, in complete utter bliss
    And I ,The Woman of whom he will kiss
    The Sun will rise, tomorrow in full bloom
    My Lover, he wakes, his lips I'll consume.
    Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's Soul remains Unawakened.
    Anatole France
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