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Re: A place to share your writings...

Mon Sep 24, 2012 6:00 pm

Thanks for sharing that, Jamie. It was great.
Life has gotten in the way of my writing too, I fear.

Re: A place to share your writings...

Tue Sep 25, 2012 12:55 pm

Lyrics to a song I wrote about 20 years ago...

Tale of Man

Let us join the Dryads, the Cairdies and the crew,
Whose canting holds the key to, the footprints in the dew.
'Tis the faerie dancers, and races pure and true.
That'll teach your children who they are, they still remember you.

But the tale of man is a twisted creature,
Whose truth spawns lies and rage.
When he talks to you about your future,
He's cleaning out your cage.

His greed it knows no boundaries,
While mercy it is rare.
A sadness lies around their race,
Their spirit in despair.

Tales of many races,
Rituals of stone.
Nothing ever changes,
As he dances on your bones.

Mighty are the stars that shine.
Mighty stands the sea.
Mighty stands the gates of time,
To humble you and me.

But the tale of man is a twisted creature,
Whose truth spawns lies and rage.
When he talks to you about your future,
He's cleaning out your cage.

So, let us join the Dryads, the Cairdies and the crew,
Whose canting holds the key to, the footprints in the dew.
'Tis the faerie dancers, and races pure and true.
That'll teach your children who they are, they still remember you.
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Tue Sep 25, 2012 1:02 pm

"Brilliantly Dark" Alan :)
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Tue Sep 25, 2012 7:46 pm

Really really good, Allan.

I really love this part:

But the tale of man is a twisted creature,
Whose truth spawns lies and rage.
When he talks to you about your future,
He's cleaning out your cage.
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Tue Sep 25, 2012 8:18 pm

Great stuff Allan. - What sort of music was the song? The lyrics feel quite folky. :?
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Tue Sep 25, 2012 8:28 pm

Thank you people... :) The song began life as a folky dark almost dirge type of song, but went through a few different incarnations ending up as a full tilt rock song... Hard to say which I liked best, but sometimes the original demo.. (still on a 4track tape) has a haunting quality I really like... :) btw, the musicians on the tapes we did were loosly known as the 'Intoxicated Faeries' One of these days I'll sort it all out... ;)
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Wed Sep 26, 2012 7:51 pm

The Seventh Wave (a very old one! :oops: )


The salt spray of the surf I walked to meet.
My bare feet sinking in the rippled sand;
And pondering the seven waves in sequence,
The final being greatest it is said,
To fall upon this small and sundering land.

I wonder, why a power grows in water,
Yet wanes within the grasping of my hand;
As down the days fall from my ablest moment,
To trickle like discarded grains of sand.

If I could reflect the ocean, there before me.
My power growing till the final day;
And liquid, all the things I've seen and tasted;
My seventh wave left not to waste away.
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Mon Oct 08, 2012 10:19 pm

Here are a few poems I have written over the years, back when I had nothing to get in the way of writing. I was maybe 18 or 19 when I wrote these. Back then I was influenced by Fish to take up writing so I hope you forgive that I occasionally attempted to write in a similar style.



The Girl in the Tower

A princess to me, alone atop a pedestal
Unobtainable to patience pulling away the withered rose petals
Await the cold to distantly dream of the snowflakes
Melting in the warmth of her palm as the minstrels play
A song for a snowman cast aside in winter scenes
Unblinkingly behold how beauty sleeps
Until golden sunbeams bid him leave
A definite end unburdened by the need to feel
The pain in every heartbeat, labour for the bitterest fruit
By the ripples of a silver mirror these forget-me-not's bloom
I wander the perimeter of her palace carressing these walls so cruel
Just to capture a fresh breath rising high above my favourite view
Destined to never cast a longing glance into conjured eyes
But infatuation shields me from truths I can never deny

A Blessing?

A blessing of sorts belittles my every thought
My best efforts sit shabbily, over-shadowed by art
Words wrought by past demons; an inspiration that's leaving
An empty shell without it's disease and the burden of breathing
My veins bereft of a poison that steered me in it's pointless direction
Call me great, but I'm destined to mediocrity no amount of praise could lessen
Concepts carved upon my flesh as I attempt to grasp what I can't control
Any potential increases the price and the chains on my soul
I try in vain to undo events set in stone
They'll forever stand as monuments to a past I call home
What is there to dream when all hope hides in harrowing memories
Multiply in the womb of woe and concieve the death of me
I pray for freedom in the void behind the superficial sky
Grant me the knowledge that only a fool can find

Lovers Lane

The footsteps that echo in the ripples of roman moons
Ricochet far from the charted course of chiming bells
Chambermaid belles toss their copper wishes to the depths of fountains
Fireflies spark dampened sentiments in the ruins of lovers lane
Ragged wedding dresses draped in surrender over tear saturated sandbags
Visions of friendly fire victims haunt infatuation's underpass
Untouchable rose petals projected by reformed sun's into neighbouring empty seats
The uncast shadows of forgotten valentines in the entrapment of rejection
Wander alone down these cobbled aisles yearning posthumous paradise

Your Island

I glimpsed at you from the blue seas
A queen set in white scorching sands
Midday suns are much too young
Never a shadow'd grown upon a lonely throne

A look upon you mingled with palm trees
Crowned in sunlight draped in warm coastal breeze
Struck by starfish I'd only wished for a moment of this
In the summers spent picking petals from flowers

I behold you painting every seashell
Carefully crafting every piece of coral reef
Weaving the way for the waves
Breathing a breeze through every tree

Your speech stems the sunbeam tide
Held dear by ears unworthy of hearing
As golden hair reflects upon the closest star
My only fear is that I'm dreaming

Dreaming every moment with you away
Dreaming that I knew what you'd like me to say
Dreaming is the reason we hear the sea caress the sand
Dreaming is what made reality worthwhile
Until in reality I found your island...
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Tue Oct 09, 2012 4:54 pm

....Really like that Jamie. :D - Great to read something of quality on here! :D

Re: A place to share your writings...

Sat Jun 15, 2013 12:13 am

Here is a poem I wrote today. It's called "The Muse"


My muse makes herself scarce so that I search for her
every stitch she wears is of my design, her hair is how I like it
she slyly smiles, enticing the streetlights to life
the way she seamlessly struts, slinks and shimmies cannot be admired
It must be seen and not shown, cannot be phrased but easily explained
is she a thing of beauty or a figment of my impurities?
Could I have imagined she existed? She could be close-by listening
or is it just the imp-ish midnight up to more trickery?
Then she sprang up from the sofa, I never even heard her enter
she says "I can never be yours until you've proven yourself.
Not as a person but in verse. Not as a wordsmith but a poet,
even concise and solid observations must flow.
The endless rhythm as the River Rhine ran over my resting place
was my only love and words and rhyme make me reminisce"

I shut my eyes to replay her words, imprint them,
but my mortal memory cannot mimic her silken whisper
when I raise the shutters she is not even shadow
no fragrant trace of a slender frame marks the cushions
she watchfully reclined across seconds or centuries ago
who is counting? she could have thrown her carnation crown
from the balconies of Verona and chose anyone
but this semi-literate scribbler, billowing out smoke plumes
trying to create feathers that compliment her hair
but like the words to woo her back I can't pluck them from the air
The nib needs to prick my skin a little, gritty eyes itching for sleep
fixed to the flickering screen, my one need knows no urgency...

...but no explaination will be asked; is a lady ever punctual?
She owes me no answers, no gifts, and accepts nothing
only freely given tributes, never read aloud, just written
every word measured, trim the gristle to keep the rhythm!
She might slip in, sneak up, peek at my errors
and chastise me with biting critique, unimpressed yet pleasured!
A cruel mistress, courting all she calls to the quill
few spend their lives fulfilling her, most wither and wilt...

A whistle breaks my concentration, severing it sharp and clean
she is sitting at the table with three books upon her knee
"Dear old William, Jack and Robert" she laments with a sigh
"I knew and nurtured them all. Man, those boys could write!"
She stood up, her coat an Autumn copper, cherry blossom in her hair
fur boots, denim designed to accentuate the derrier.
She brushes my cheek with knuckles smooth and my stuttering ceases:

"You need never speak.
Your words summoned me,
and now I'm yours to keep.
I can show you more cities than most care to visit
enough sights, sounds and smells to satisfy all who ever lived!
All I ask for in return; precious words, and keep me in mind
for if you disappoint me, there are many more in line!"

She takes my hand, and we walk out to the street
without a clue where we are going,
all I know is that I have never felt less of a man.
I am just a wandering soul; me and my muse
and there are just three words for such beauty:

TRANQUILITY BLISS FREEDOM
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