24/03/2016

Another Day Poetry: Road


Road

Road and neon
It goes on and on
His warmth and his tone
And his stare into dawn
Fixed seats and treats
Few peanuts and sweets
Endless fields and pits
Tickling eyelids
Both blankets are mine
I share sometimes
Expectation's line
I'm fine, I'm thine
Tea and trees
And foreign breeze
Me touching his knees
Oh his knees, his knees
This thrill in my chest
Like the speed of pests
And this bus like a nest
Carrying us to the west
Towards the sun
Night makes us one
World makes us none
And we run, we run
To heal and regain
To the sea from the rain
All tears are the same
They don't have names
This is our abode
Full of rocks and odd
So pure and broad
Our road, our road









Also, allow me thank Bloc Party for their fantastic new album "Hymns" and for the inspiration and palpation of my emotions and memories. Especially this song that I've already listened to 80 times. xox

15/03/2016

Another Day Poetry: Beaty Fresh (special)

Well hello geezers! A new poetry slice but before a tiny prologue.
Recently I've stumbled upon the cutest musical morsel by my old comrade from uni, Demian Feriy, and this is what has inspired and fertilized my mind to create this poetry. Don't be shy and check out his other tracks on SoundCloud , enjoy the spring and eat a lot of oranges. Here we go:


Beaty Fresh

springy springs
and blooming strings
and all the things
I want to say,
stuck in a tray
since yesterday
right on my way
oh holy clowns,
my morning gown
and golden crown
I'm falling down
while feeding crows,
and crowds and crowds
upon my shroud
beating out bows
for spring to come,
a little drum,
cheers with a rum
and coke and buns
all on the board,
and clowns, and mort,
and zombie horde,
I can afford
myself a feast,
without priests
but our beasts
shall come from East
to live the spring,
and I will sing
and you will swing
around the ring
ding ding ding ding