A.M. Light

mulacmulac Posts: 97
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
When the silence of a.m. seems beautiful
And when the passenger is life
Your world turns and twists
On a journey of chance

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
So who needs roots
When you know
The script is written

The weakness of my nature
And the nature of fate
To lead me here
And let me wander

My mood always sours
And my dreams diminish
To hate and blame
And need for a light to constantly chase
the passenger is life
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  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    beautiful

    and nothing more
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • Hey Mulac! You're a poet as well. I like the imagery. And the language is as clear as gin. Thanks.
  • john girljohn girl Posts: 308
    into words
  • mulacmulac Posts: 97
    and another i wrote at the same time for the hell of it....

    similar theme.


    Black, White and Grey



    Wishes granted by nature
    And the gift of a light
    To counteract the dark
    But they can come together

    Limited by your words
    Emotions that can’t
    Be articulated and said
    But only felt by one

    Forgive the sorry man
    Who somehow clings on
    To something no one wants
    But he needs

    Prefer to hate
    Than be indifferent
    Makes it easier to cope
    Black and white, but no grey

    Undignified end
    Anticlimax alone
    For a world who wants to
    Go out with a bang
    the passenger is life
  • You poem makes me think again of that line in "Middlemarch" about human understanding being able to hear "the roar that lies on the other side of silence".

    And for me, words and ideological precepts are things many of us hold onto: many see the world in binary, oppositional boxes, rather than admit to the multiplicity of experiences, a gallimaufry, a range of colourful insights, reflections, perceptions and particles in a spectrum of existence that diffuse to a neutral (but inclusive and never drab) grey, or the light of a clear noon skyline.

    Oh, what the hell am I talking about!:)
  • mulacmulac Posts: 97
    these are both lyrics for my band and i always write with that in mind and the singer always needs to approve before he'll sing them which is extremely limiting

    makes me write more about general things and makes me keep it impersonal. thanks for the feedback and i'll post some of my non lyrics on at some point


    ps finsbury i read middlemarch about a month ago because i live with a guy from luxembourg and he needed help with an essay. i actually study law
    the passenger is life
  • Meh, I'm sorry to be blunt but it was nothing great.

    It seems "forced for art". Just flow...I guess.


    Fate is trying to tell you to shut the fuck up
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