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aeroplane

PerceptualPerceptual Posts: 200
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
daddy promised him an aeroplane
to make up for the strain
of character ingrained
he inherits broken ways
all his life believing miracles
and stepping out of line
blackened out each eye
there was never reason why
daddy promised him the world but he
couldn't make it through
all his memory's untrue
oh, what has daddy done to you

his hands won't stop the punches
his anger is no option
the bruises on his face
they become his broken ways

he promises his firstborn everything
afraid of letting himself down
or leaving lessons out
if he could make his father proud
all his life forgetting truth it seems
the man that he turned out to be
is never fully pleased
in the blood it all repeats

his hands won't stop the punches
his anger is no option
he beats the life he gave
to the son that he has made
even though he promised him
his own white aeroplane
"this one, anytime I say love if you wanna say love, uh, say it, and if you say it you might as well say it loud, and if you don't feel like sayin' it, don't say it, but if you feel it, certainly say it..."

NOTE: Everything I write in the P,P&M section are intended to be songs, not poetry.
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i read this one a few times..i dont like the dads @ all..visious cycle, odd how that works im thinking..well done @ striking a nerve in readers..
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • TenJamTenJam Posts: 97
    Great! Thanks for sharing.
  • BrainofdzBrainofdz Posts: 1,617
    Perceptual wrote:
    daddy promised him an aeroplane
    to make up for the strain
    of character ingrained
    he inherits broken ways
    all his life believing miracles
    and stepping out of line
    blackened out each eye
    there was never reason why
    daddy promised him the world but he
    couldn't make it through
    all his memory's untrue
    oh, what has daddy done to you

    his hands won't stop the punches
    his anger is no option
    the bruises on his face
    they become his broken ways

    he promises his firstborn everything
    afraid of letting himself down
    or leaving lessons out
    if he could make his father proud
    all his life forgetting truth it seems
    the man that he turned out to be
    is never fully pleased
    in the blood it all repeats

    his hands won't stop the punches
    his anger is no option
    he beats the life he gave
    to the son that he has made
    even though he promised him
    his own white aeroplane

    That was terrific, and I hear you loud and clear.
    The only thing I ever learned from my father was a climate of fear.
    Thanks for sharing.
    "Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"

    When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"

    I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
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