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Lostpoet · M
The waste land is my favorite. I don't think I can post it on here for copy right reasons.
So here's one of my favorite ones that I wrote.
Starving for Mary
I Eat and you leave me. I Drink
- and my thirst for you is gone
It is in the pit of my stomach
- the memories of you are drawn
I think. And without you
- my thoughts are empty
My dreams are of you - alone
- You are the season to my ending
I am the broken arrow
These sunken ribs, boney shins
- are the scars that I must carry
For the days I've gone without you
- O my sweet Mary
I hunger for your embrace
- I thirst for the day
That we will again be two
- And it will again be just me & you
For miles and miles - I will creep
- through the blinding snow
And the lonely streets
Nor will I eat or drink or sleep
- 'till one day you comeback to me
And I will drop down to your feet
- And you will look down at me
at my Emaciated face, my weary being
Tell me then... will you leave?
Sweet Mary
Mary.. Mary where do you go
when the world begins to slow
And the light outside gets low
and I see you there - mary
staring out the window
The seasons may change
but your face remains the same
(I change too - mary)
Do you go back to your childhood home
The farm your birthplace - back
to your mother's warm embrace
To the smell of your father's hands
Like homemade wheat and yeast
a brewery in mid October
And did it trouble your adolescent mind
to find
that a father's hands
weren't always so kind
You ran, didn't you, mary
but your running was aimless
So that now at forty
you find yourself back at the front door
Of that childhood home
Back to that old door-knocker
that barely hung on with one loose nail
and still does... Turn around, mary!
Come back to me... come back to bed
Two leaves blowing in the wind, hath no meaning! - mary
Come back to me... come back to bed
And let me erase
all those
devilish things he did.
So here's one of my favorite ones that I wrote.
Starving for Mary
I Eat and you leave me. I Drink
- and my thirst for you is gone
It is in the pit of my stomach
- the memories of you are drawn
I think. And without you
- my thoughts are empty
My dreams are of you - alone
- You are the season to my ending
I am the broken arrow
These sunken ribs, boney shins
- are the scars that I must carry
For the days I've gone without you
- O my sweet Mary
I hunger for your embrace
- I thirst for the day
That we will again be two
- And it will again be just me & you
For miles and miles - I will creep
- through the blinding snow
And the lonely streets
Nor will I eat or drink or sleep
- 'till one day you comeback to me
And I will drop down to your feet
- And you will look down at me
at my Emaciated face, my weary being
Tell me then... will you leave?
Sweet Mary
Mary.. Mary where do you go
when the world begins to slow
And the light outside gets low
and I see you there - mary
staring out the window
The seasons may change
but your face remains the same
(I change too - mary)
Do you go back to your childhood home
The farm your birthplace - back
to your mother's warm embrace
To the smell of your father's hands
Like homemade wheat and yeast
a brewery in mid October
And did it trouble your adolescent mind
to find
that a father's hands
weren't always so kind
You ran, didn't you, mary
but your running was aimless
So that now at forty
you find yourself back at the front door
Of that childhood home
Back to that old door-knocker
that barely hung on with one loose nail
and still does... Turn around, mary!
Come back to me... come back to bed
Two leaves blowing in the wind, hath no meaning! - mary
Come back to me... come back to bed
And let me erase
all those
devilish things he did.
