Sunday, 13 November 2016
high on hope
I think I am sick
I must be
I can't stop
I'm hooked
Hooked on hope
Hooked on that empty smile
Hooked to the dream
that it will work out eventually
But It doesn't
Just gets worse and worse
Who will save me now?
Or am I destined to drown?
I keep swimming to safety
And drifting back to you
I will drown if I stay
I need to go
I need that healing
Once in a lifetime sensation
To prove I'm alive
To show that I deserve something
That something that you refuse to give
kk
13/11/16
my little puppy
The beast never rests
Luring innocents into its dark lair
Using them without their consent
Digging into everyone's sanity
Stretching our good will
Disguised as holy
Pretending to be good
Sucking the good from the best
Giving a lolly
Yet Taking a life force
Demented, depressed, angry.
I'm done.
Acting the fool.
Hope i don't slip,
I have nothing else to offer
You have taken it all
So leave
Even the dead are left to decay in peace
Kk
12/10/16
12/10/16
lost boy
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too
Then one night, as I closed my eyes,
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile
He said, "Peter Pan. That's what they call me.
I promise that you'll never be lonely."
And ever since that day...
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy," they say to me,
"Away from all of reality."
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny
As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand
And ever since that day...
[2x]
Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy Darling,
Even Captain Hook.
You are my perfect story book
Neverland, I love you so,
You are now my home sweet home
Forever a lost boy at last
And for always I will say...
I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, lost boy," they say to me,
"Away from all of reality."
Neverland is home to lost boys like me
And lost boys like me are free
all rights reserved,
Ruth-b "lost boy"
there's gold in them hills
I know it doesn't seem that way
But maybe it's the perfect day
Even though the bills are piling
And maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling
But if we'd only open our eyes
We'd see the blessings in disguise
That all the rain clouds are fountains
Though our troubles seem like mountains
There's gold in them hills
So don't lose heart
Give the day a chance to start
Every now and then life says
Where do you think you're going so fast
We're apt to think it cruel but sometimes
It's a case of cruel to be kind
And if we'd get up off our knees
Why then we'd see the forest for the trees
And we'd see the new sun rising
Over the hills on the horizon
There's gold in them hills
There's gold in them hills
So don't lose faith
Give the world a chance to say...
A word or two, my friend
There's no telling how the day might end
And we'll never know until we see
That there's gold in them hills
There's gold in them hills
So don't lose heart
Give the day a chance to start
There's gold in them hills
There's gold in them hills
Songwriters: Ron Sexsmith
Gold in Them Hills lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Monday, 23 May 2016
Chasing that light
In this dark room.
There hasn't been light for a while now.
I'm getting desperate,
i will rot here with no light.
But now i see a dim light in the distance
I rush..
My blood boils...
Now i have company..
But my rush quenches the light..
I'm alone again...
Chasing shadows..
Rotting in my corner...
Rushing towards mirages..
Hoping its the light in the prophecies..
Not learning my lessons..
Hoping its different...
Hoping it will burn the cob webs...
Not this rush..
Not this chase...
My blood will cool...
And one day i will get that light..
The one that my hurry will not extinguish..
The one that will burn my darkness away..
The one that will keep burning..
Even in the depths of my despair..
Kk
23/05/2016
Friday, 6 May 2016
all i need is some E
why ? why ? why?
why keep me around?
let me go,
i want to go,
i want to leave,
if i stay, ..... i can't stay,
i am not sure what i feel,,,
i see you feel it too...
its un natural,,, supernatural,,,
let me go.. let me be..
let me be where i should be,,
let me go let me leave ....
but my heart is willing,,
but my flesh,,, my flesh its weak,,,
kk
5/6/2016
why keep me around?
let me go,
i want to go,
i want to leave,
if i stay, ..... i can't stay,
i am not sure what i feel,,,
i see you feel it too...
its un natural,,, supernatural,,,
let me go.. let me be..
let me be where i should be,,
let me go let me leave ....
but my heart is willing,,
but my flesh,,, my flesh its weak,,,
kk
5/6/2016
Thursday, 17 March 2016
Oh, freedom
Oh, freedom, Oh, freedom,
Oh freedom over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
No more weepin,(don't you know), no more weepin,
no more weepin over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
Oh freedom,
Oh, freedom, Oh, freedom,
Oh freedom over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
The Golden Gospel Singers
Oh freedom over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
No more weepin,(don't you know), no more weepin,
no more weepin over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
Oh freedom,
Oh, freedom, Oh, freedom,
Oh freedom over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
And before I'd be a slave
I'd be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.
The Golden Gospel Singers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veiJLhXdwn8&list=RDn9JaQy6wfbE&index=2
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