THE NOTHING!
Empty is my mind
and nothin’ seems to reach me
Its gettin’ hard to find
something that could breach me
I stumble upon this page
For i can’t seem to do anything else
I keep thinkin’ about The nothing
For i keep ignoring everything else
may be something will rhyme and
something i’ll get out of it
May be nothing will work out and
I will never see anything fit
You try not to bend and you try not to pretend
You try to find everything you can
and get everything gets to mend
For so less is there in Your mind
to write anything of any kind
but i can’t help it my friend
for i always feel something’s there hidin’ me behind…
What makes you a poet and ,
what takes you to know it ?
All i see are them words in my head
and a plain white sheet here to throw at.
It seems like i’m coming to an end
It seems like it ain’t worth this time to spend
it seems like i’m loosing control and
it seems like i’m getting nervous
If there ain’t anything in your mind to Preach
well , may be Your not fit enough to make a speech !
MUD MAN!
You are to me,
what God is to Pope.
You are to me,
the one and only hope.
wherever you are, whoever you are..
Come into my life and tie me with a Rope..
Take me in your hands, choke me with those bands
Dip me in the sands, drag me through the lands..
The lands i would cherish, the sands i could relish..
Those bands of a wagon, like in the hands of a dragon..
Reach into my skin, Leech into my blood
I’m much too easy to win
For i am only made of mud!
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