Fucking Poems

Fuck, I am such a lazy ass. I felt stupid for not writing in my blog for so long that I have decided to write in it like once a week which hasnt worked so far. But I thought being the hard worker that I am, I would post some poems I like. They're sort of stupid, Kind of why I liked them. Anyways, the first one makes little sense untill the end, which I really like.

The Everlasting Sun

In far away places
And far away towns
Past so many faces
Of princes and clowns
Past what we all wanted
Expected, then broke
Give up what we haunted
Now read what I wrote
We sang songs
To the everlasting sun
You thought it had ended
But it never begun
And if I die tonight
I need you to hear
That when all crumbles down
I still want you near
I want the dead man's love
And the rich man's high
Want to wear French gloves,
Eat American pie
I want to feel your roses
Want you to feel my dust
This is the closest
We have ever come to dusk
And if I die
No matter when
After I have lost you
Around the bend
I want you to sing songs
To the everlasting sun
Somewhere I’ll sing with you
And it will have begun
We sang songs
To the everlasting sun
You thought it had ended
But it’s just begun
And now that I’ve left you
Remember the wings
So you can follow me...
And a girl starts to sing
And in between lies,
There was that hope
That there was truth
In the words hat I spoke
‘Twas then that I saw
That all words on this earth
No matter how untrue
They all somehow have worth
And the words that we sang
To the everlasting sun
Were all truly lies
But were beautifully spun
For there is no line
Between lies and worth
So I’ll say I’ll stay with you
When I leave this earth

Yeah, so the second one is different but not much better. Actually its sort of worse. Whoever the hell if reading this (if anyone) sorry try to live through it. Wow, reading over that I realized there were two major flaws in what I just said, A) Umm, if this is being read obviouly someone is reading it and B) if you dont want to read it, since I just warned you it sucks, why try and live through it? Just dont read it. Huh, I can be stupid sometimes. Not like I am just learing this.

Crimes of Love in Paradise

She took that step that took her where
She could feel my golden hair
But she was empty and she always knew so
But she pretended she was full
And brought us from those men so dull
Who decide everywhere that we go
So far beyond those summer nights
Those cut up hands and angry fights
I entered into butlery for her
And amongst her staff of us
Over me she made a fuss
And watched me everyday with but a stir
But my eyes turned only to his throne
His eyes of silver, face of stone
And dreamt of all the places we could go
But she never gave up her ways
And I knew for him I must stay
So I’d not let her give up and let me go
She took me to her room of red
And laid me down upon her bed
And sang to me as though I were I child
She held close up to her chest
And I will not describe the rest
Except that, for my part, the thrill was mild
What fascinated me the most
Was that the houses other host
Had slept upon this bed the other night
Thinking of the things he loved
And praying to the ones above
That he’d not lose what it was that night
I wondered what this man of grace
Whose eyes never set on my face
Could love so much as to pray at night
This woman lying next to me?
No, I doubted it could be
For he gave her up to me without I fight
But I did not want not love this girl
The though of her made me nearly hurl
And yet, I needed her to get to him
But far beyond the land of lust
There lay the problem of her trust
For secrets nearly always reach the brim
Oh, but would she even really care?
Twas only my golden hair
That drove her to this night, and to this room
For she loved not even her self
Her soul was resting on some shelf
And she was only leading me to doom
If he found out, he wouldn’t care
For he doesn’t love my golden hair
He gives me nothing, not even a thought
But then again, I saw him look
Although he seems to read a book
I see with love those sunshine eyes are wrought
But visions of his eyes, only me wanting
Not ever me actually seeing
For we dream of things we want sometimes
But in the end, the love’s what counts
In immeasurable amounts
For crimes of love are the only crimes

You know, I should probably put the author's name, to like give them credit for writing the poems, but Vivian says I shouldnt, and lately Vivian has been wining over Rosie. Rosie says one day she will revolt!!! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!!!! Wow, Sounded kind of crazy and schitzophranic there, just spelled that wrong too. Maybe I wont tell Anonymous Shrink about this blog entry. Not that he cares, I think he just doodles on that little notepad of his.