As the branches breathe
Through the blackened veins
Of my thorney existance
I see…
Skeletal etchings of those faceless wonders
Who wandered here before
All remains, their lonely souls
Whispering in the winds
……………
As the branches breathe
Through the blackened veins
Of my thorney existance
I see…
Skeletal etchings of those faceless wonders
Who wandered here before
All remains, their lonely souls
Whispering in the winds
……………
According to the great German philosopher Schopenhauer, a white squirrel, having met the gaze of a snake, hanging on a tree and showing every sign of a mighty appetite for its prey, is so terrified by this that it gradually moves toward instead of away from the snake, and finally throws itself into the open jaws . . .
That squirrel has a point.
He had wandered from ancestral haunts of mediaeval peace into the forefront of the struggles of our day, bringing the clear, refined perceptions of old culture to the intensest vision of the modern world yet attained, but never at rest, never once grasping except on the purely aesthetic side of the significance of the new age, always haunted by the memory of the past and perpetually feeling his way back to what seems to him the home of his soul.–The fervent seeker of those early days, indeed, but a rebours!
Peter,
Your new songs are honestly magical. Brilliant. You are BACK baby and BETTER THAN EVER. Thank you for being so amazing because your songs truly speak to me and your lovely fans
Charlotte xxx
Precioso
me encantas
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All of us shadows of what we once where
Emaciated by years of neglect
Devoid of ambition hope or control
Flushing our dreams down the SMACK SHITHOLE
We hone what we do its almost an art
On the periphery of life but not taking part
Contributing zero through taxes or toil
Cant stay too long from the pin or the foil
Forever the victims its never our fault
Too weak with illness to call it to halt
And so it goes for year after year
Broken promises and the odd fake tear
Life in chaos family despair
None of it matters you simply dont care
Its costing you everything still it isnt enough
Cant find the word.NO!TO THE DEVILS DANDRUFF
You hit rock bottom then slide some more
But youre seeking help yet just another score
When enough is enough and its help you seek
Pray you find strength as you will fail if youre weak
Through gritted teeth and determination
You can overcome this self deprivation
Believe in yourself say yes i can!
Im on the road to recovery to be a better person
Im reclaiming my future moving on from the past
Rebuilding bridges i burned so fast
Stepping out of the darkness and into the light
Its still early days yet but im winning the fight
Believe in yourself say yes i can
Im on the road to recovery to be a better girl
Im reclaiming my future moving on from the past
Rebuilding bridges
never meant to put the last 4 lines in ends at winning the fight xx
Sirens, pushers, Camden fucking town
Punks and drunks and that silly greek c*nt
Ugly crowds and its too fucking loud
At least its quite round on Hampstead Heath
This is my bench, is he gonna fucking move?
London looks pretty from up here, nice view
Staring at our old apartment I never see you
Its lonely up here on Hampstead Heath
The wind whistles through the naked trees
Sometimes it speaks to me, I can hear you say “I love you”
I want to cry, my tears are frozen
Its cold out here on Hampstead Heath
Hampstead Heath
My love affair begins
As I walk through your gates
Your gentle breeze lulls me in
Seductively unbuttoning your shirt
Shedding your leaves
To reveal you bare
My heart, my soul, my love lives there
I wait for you on the bench
You always come
Play a while
Dance with me when I am down
Hampstead Heath
You are my man
Hampstead Heath
You are my man
Stay a while
My mood is changing
Edited first verse
Hampstead Heath
Your gentle breeze lulls me in
As I walk through your gates
Our love affair begins…
Here I lay my soul to bare
Emptying my head of everything and nothing
Passing time, much like before but less destructive
This is my drug now.
I still stare at you like I used to
Can you hear me when I talk to you…..when I scream for you
My blackened heart is warm again, pining for you
Weary eyed and bleary eyed I still cry for you
Rivers cascade down my sorry face
My tears will never dry without you
New love grows on trees???
Not ’round here Pete.
I am but a cloud,
endlessly wandering in lonliness,
strolling the empty streets as the rain falls from darkened skies,
my mind wanders just as much as my feet,
staggering through the dirt and filth that i forever find myself coming across.
it was said that ” each man kills the things they love”,
i continiually obliterate all that i cherish dearly,
melancholy is now, not just an emotion,
but a lifestyle that i have unwillingly adopted.
you never loved me from the start
your stabbed me in my broken heart
and your tears so fake
the real ones have run too late
so forgive me my love
and smile at the sunshine above
a new day is dawning
a new dawn for us
its now that i must calmly leave
a long lost love is calling me
shes standing by a river
we will stand there alone but together
so wave your hand and wish me well
ill wave goodbye a fond farewell
a new day is dawning
a beautiful dawn for us
I did put this up a while back when I first joined albion rooms- but it disappeared. ..
The boy who lived around the corner
He had big blue eyes and wore a Stetson hat
I fell hard for him
He had the world at his feet
I met him by the rum shack
A tipple of rum on a Tuesday
I watched his eyes, his figure
As his hands danced with mine
Grafter’s in the day
We were lovers by night
With the streets as our playground
In bed we’d kiss and fight.
He was androgynous,
A walking contradiction
Dressed in turquoise rings
He was my brother, friend and lover.
I wish I could say beautiful wor(l)ds but I can’t. J
=)
Haywire.
I don’t think there was ever any second-guessing about here previous
For either of us
It just got fucked-up and mad
But I’ve looked madness, true madness, in the face, so
In truth, after that nothing really matters.
I think, I think I’ve watched you duck and dive, and my god you are good.
I think you’ve had a lot of practice
But my god you are good.
I could do this forever, and if you don’t exit then I truly might.
I really try to think about you though; actually I try to do that as much as I can
But if you just keep yelling your disinterest, trust me, that will not work.
Just stop.
It will take some time and yes, it will be messy. But it will work.
I don’t know what I want either.
If you think you might want anything different:
Trust your judgement.
OK- I give up. Who are you? I know you
Kimberleena,
I’m really sorry because I think I’ve caused unneccessary confusion – I drink a lot and I write, kind of, to Peter, although at the end of the day, poetry, writing, it’s sort of open-ended, I think, I feel – so – whatever! I’m not someone you know, my name is Gail, I post under that name also, as well as ‘i know you’. I have found this site a bit confusing of late, so have made some mistakes, and I’m really sorry if that has had a knock-on effect in terms of confusing you also!
I think your writing is truly beautiful, and I liked the Hampstead Heath from yesterday a great deal. I hope we will hear more from you!
Best, Gail x
Senti uma ponta de melancolia,é efeito de Paris,isso passa,é só hoje.
I have not yet walked ever through Hampstead Heath
Maybe one day
My old supervisor does it often, and truly loves, I believe.
From you, though, it sounds so sad, almost desolate.
There is so much loss.
I think that there is so much loss for you.
I dream that in a few years time you will look back at that and find it frankly incomprehensible. Like you could not even imagine from then to that.
I know that you still have hope
And I dream it for you, that future, that life that you never believed you deserved
Be safe x
hermoso