By No Means To Offend

I have decided to make a Blog for my poetry, scribbles, rambling and songs. Many of which are heavily influenced if not completely about people who are in my life or chose/forced to vacate. Despite my aim to never mention a name some posts may involve you in a obvious manner. I wish to cause no offence by posting it. None of my post will be with intent of a particular person to read however if truly offended or embarrassed please email me at robhann12@hotmail.com to inform me. Although having said that I am a strong believer in a persons right to be free of censorship especially with regards to rhyme. On that downer of an opener I hope my writing is enjoyed and means as much to someone as it does to me.
Robin

Thursday, 3 February 2011

The Ballad of Puddles and Riddles

None of us are friends were just alone together,
I swear how I feels starting to effect the weather,
More bored of the scenario than hurt it occurs,
with my articulate speech turning into just slurs,
They said it was to fast and it'll only die young,
they think cause they know you they know what we sung,
So the irony puddles is we don't know our own fate,
You can't see the future or the time, place or date.
So the ballad of Puddles and Riddles is yet to be told,
And were hanging so young but were feeling so old.
Try not to say what your thinking, it drives me insane,
too see you lighting up fires while I blow out the flame.
They say we ain't got a chance of ever breaking through,
Get stuck chasing something while they try catch us too,
and we are moving to slow for thinking to fast,
so will the Going Blind ship be our own at last?
Posted by

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)