Fourthdimension Report post Posted September 17, 2011 (edited) Flickering Flame. "for my flickering flame who lights up my eternal darkness. For a small light to a world lost to blackness" Alight with passion, The warmth from her heat/ Dancing upon my table i am her slave, as i bow to her feet/ Too hot to handle, To wild to tame/ desires reanimated by that, dancing flame/ lost in thought as nostalgia doth return/ As my candle and her flickering flame continues to burn/ Michael Edited September 17, 2011 by Fourthdimension Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Fourthdimension Report post Posted September 17, 2011 (edited) Words Of A Man "To everybody who wants to find a special someone they can snuggle into" i am a warrior the king of the world i fight for my people, but kill for my girl thrills that curve the blade, of thy knife the glory of day slowly trembles, to night as the story begins i tell one tale bout a man on a horse ,brittle and frail once he use to ride rich with pride but now his soul has been split, concise cause time passes man by, you just need to stand, and ride and when you fall, pick up your pride cause i will not fall ,on these cobled knees and hands i will not trail along thy sands i will walk with passion, and speak with pride and stand every bout in this, boxing fight i am ali king of this ring i am luther king of words i speak for freedom ,i fight for my land i talk about peace ,and not devoired by glam i have ethics and stand by morale i walk this earth as a man */ Sorry lots of errors i ll fix later Edited September 17, 2011 by Fourthdimension Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Fourthdimension Report post Posted September 17, 2011 Faith when falling My sword, my pride, ‘n’ honour, my life, my guilt/ My hard side to horror, my hand to the hilt/ My guilty links to the chain………, Blood spilt/ My story begins with terrible sins/ Feral men with a shield of kin’s/ Hunt for me on this field of limbs/ Spears of saintin’ pierce my skin……I stand/ Fatal wounds delivered by the hands of man/ Weaken me and force me to the sand/ Down on my knee’s ,I can feel from me ,the life flee/ My hands grasp one another ,like to lovers meant to be/ ‘N’ I pray to the stars, askin’ god to forgive me, ‘n’ end all wars/ My vision soars, to fishing shores, my land away from viscous broads/ Away from where titans fight, from plunder and rape, from gory sights/ Where fate delivers man away from thundering fights, from blood red ripe/ God protects the hills where this man lays his head to night/ There are no moral’s to this story abroad/ No treasure to be won, no golden hoard/ Just a prayer from a dying man/ Trying’ to heal the seeping wounds of his dying land/ His words recite “one mans life, one mans stars, one mans strife another mans wars/ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Fourthdimension Report post Posted September 17, 2011 The melody man Timothy winters is all grown up/ Drinking his gin, sup for sup/ Poppin’ a plethora of pills from a pile/ A man with an aura, that’s so vile/ A man with a soul that’s worn, clothes all torn/ Timothy wishes he had never been born/ Each day the same and each night with out difference/ Livin’ his life poor and in sick-ness/ A guitar case near his knee’s, and his things/ As his fingers pluck away, at those strings/ He makes his life public news, as he sings his song/ To beat away those blues until there gone/ The clippin’ and the cloppin’, of the feet/ As they walk by ,in the dusty street/ No look, no glance, as if trapped in an avalanche/ Nobody notices, no body stops they just walk on with a clip clop/ No man gives money, nor his cheers/ For the melody mans songs of fears/ His life long story, his cup, his cards/ His daily occurrence, as the man with scars/ And so time passes by, and now is gone/ No more story to tell, as it would be too long/ But when your down or feeling wrong/ Think of timothy winters, the melody mans endless song/ As you could be worse off! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
