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Post by cemetrygatecrasher on Apr 22, 2009 2:23:07 GMT
i wouldn't of guessed that was off the cuff--it actually came across very well formed!  |
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Post by scruff on Apr 24, 2009 15:12:42 GMT
Uuuuum, as I said, irrelevant. More poems people pleeeeeeease! BRING BACK SCRUFF!! CITY ZEN SCRUFF The crowd they clambered for his return His words were spent, his muse was burned Lines dont come easy, these times were hard Then his eyes they saw the glory and the coming of the bard In the Manchester sky, a cloud formed like a beard and only the frazzled eyes of Scruff didnt think that this was wierd Oh William, it was really nothing, my mind was just elsewhere He said I forgive you son, but this is your cross to bear You will write for the people, and they will know your name But they wont know your face, and they'll never know your game Write about this City, its history and its times And soon my son your time will come with reason and with rhymes So with new faith I jumped in my Ford Cortina back in time, to the love of the Courteeners I wrote of acid days and toxic nights Of Island days and chemical skies The Roses and The daffodils Painted Kailedescope Walls, and bellyaches and pills Further back in time, the lawman puts us down and ahead again as Gazza scores and the Irish hit the town Turning on my black and white TV Golden Days on silver screen Ghosts of the Industria, lies within the cities walls Waterways to bygone days and voices fill the halls So the muse returned, the city turned And Scruff walked on his merry way To who knows where and who knows why And crowds began to sigh |
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Post by dontask on Apr 24, 2009 19:42:43 GMT
nah mate, dont expect us to sigh.
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Post by Fergal on Apr 24, 2009 20:05:40 GMT
I take my hat off to you, that is one of your better ones, I prefer that type of poem from you, very funny in places
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Post by cemetrygatecrasher on Apr 24, 2009 20:34:08 GMT
ohhhh that was LOVELY
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Post by sirmavers on Apr 24, 2009 21:16:22 GMT
Love it, nice one scruff. Well said and that about lines being hard and everything, I know how it is like so fair play for expressing it. Fingers crossed for some more from myself soon, starting to run dry for a while.
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Post by scruff on Apr 25, 2009 0:00:41 GMT
Love it, nice one scruff. Well said and that about lines being hard and everything, I know how it is like so fair play for expressing it. Fingers crossed for some more from myself soon, starting to run dry for a while. I feel like i'm on second album syndrome.. lol IE everything you lot liked was my debut album built up over the years... and now you like my stuff i'm pressured to come up with the goods. So that one was a little play on words to express that feeling Theres more coming ;D |
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Post by sirmavers on Apr 25, 2009 18:33:27 GMT
Good good, I kind of get your jist with the second album thing. Fair play though beause you don't need to feel any pressure, we know we can rely on you.
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Post by scruff on Apr 25, 2009 23:13:26 GMT
FIRST AND ONLY BREATH
I wake, thoughts of memories, life denied
Sifting through the detritus
Searching for all the things I will miss
Realisation its too late
I have yet to anticipate the vagaries of existence
My dreams are twisted by redundancy of time
I try to scream about but cannot find the life
I explore my own existence
feelings all a haze
The things still yet to dream
Vanished in a daze
To the ether my unformed words float towards the sky
Clouds shelter my ignorance
I have only recognition of shattered recompense
My only thoughts are of the blood i've cried
What sheltered force is the beauty of the ride
Serene my journey unto the day
Hallucinate prophetic gaze
The twisted mind of a long dead ghost
Inside my soul the twisted host
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Post by scruff on Apr 25, 2009 23:28:35 GMT
MOSCOW
People in time, no more than passing references to each other
Find truths and half truths by not running for cover
But communication on a one to one basis
No one believes in God, we believe God's an Oasis
Do we control our own destiny?
Is the real God going to stand up soon
Revealing himself as a Las Vegas junkie
Rolling dice at the devils table and howling at the moon
For each misguided roll he allows his counterpart to show his hand
And each double six means a one man band
So if each of us is God, then can we be bought
We're counterbalanced by good and evil thoughts
Karaoke lives, speaking the words to someone elses soundtracks
Got to go forward when we want to go back
Pre programmed destiny seekers for whom destiny is wrote
Turning the pages until we get to the end of the joke
Some of us are writing not reading
Once you reach a level of understanding that no more can be said
Then its all downhill from there, filling in time, rounding up friends
Trying not to notice the hate
The media distortion of the truth
Self centred egotistical bigots of a self imploding world
And the devils are all suspicious of youth
A Graveyard of lost souls looking for meaning in the shapes
Surfing the superhighway,looking for a lay by in haste
Drowning in self concioussness each day
Watching thoughts of real life float away
Staring at the world in high pixel resolution through infected eyes
Listening to garbled echoes of selfishness and wondering why
Stealing moments of happiness in the shape of gold coins and meaningless paper.
Looking for Jesus instead of the saviour
Who's going to save us, whos got seventh proof
Who sees the bullshit and is going to tell us the truth?
I myself am as far away from God as the next man
Cant know all the answers until we know who we are
Belief in ourselves the only salvation
And the only true faith isnt really that far
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Post by scruff on Apr 26, 2009 13:55:36 GMT
AND THEY'RE OFF
And they're off now for the Courteeners Grand Prix
Its going to be a cracking race i'm sure you will agree
The cars are bunched as we approach the first turn
And sure enough the Kamikaze Jap already has tyres burned
Its Vettel with pedal to the metal who has the early lead
Alonso on a go slow and Hamilton needs some speed
Shocking news here on lap 20, Lewis needs a rest
McLaren has just confirmed the daft twats failed a drugs test
Now Ferrari take up the running Raikkonen hits the pole
What Kubica did to upset him nobody will ever know
Jensen hits the nitro button and now he's going faster
Jarno is truly f**ked behind him, but hes not a cheating b*st*rd
Only Glock can now beat the clock, he hits the accelerator
the chequered flag could be in the bag, no feeling ever greater
So its Raikkonen from Button from Glock and Barrichello at the back
but who's this now leading the attack
F**k me its Ayrton Senna coming through in the ghost car
And now James Hunt the cheeky c**t, being dead will make you go far
Its all over all the drivers have crashed shocked at what they are seeing
the crowd are spooked and old Murray Walkers fleeing
Senna and Hunt are on the podium, their helmets under their arms
but their heads are still in the helmets and theres cause for alarm
But Lewis stands in 3rd place, hours later but he finished
coked to the eyeballs and in a Vauxhall Nova, reputation diminished
He takes his shield and his magnum of champagne
Hunt and Senna take a drink and it sprays out of them like rain
On a deserted track the race is well and truly run
The first Courteeners Grand Prix was surely a lot of fun
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Post by dontask on Apr 30, 2009 0:28:06 GMT
your great ant but just one suggestion in that your always right about yourself, not a criticism just pointin out its abit of a limitation.
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Post by dontask on Apr 30, 2009 0:36:05 GMT
i got my head in the sky,
but not cus im arrogant,
just trying to reach the sun,
but your a sycophant,
you keep my head below the clouds,
where i can still see the grey,
and the rain can still soak me through,
and extinguish any flair,
or creative spark that i once had,
the concept that made me dare,
to try something so unauthentic,
but in this world we live,
authenticity is valued above innovation,
but i wont conform to this shite,
i'll live in my own world,
and paint your beige wonderwalls bright.
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Post by cemetrygatecrasher on Apr 30, 2009 2:20:21 GMT
i can easily imagine that last one as a song ant not -exactly- in that form, but damned close  |
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Post by sirmavers on Apr 30, 2009 9:56:26 GMT
Well dontask, to be honest I don't write about other people because I'm living my own life and go through a million and one different emotions every day, but I can't look at someone else and see what they are going through, you could walk past an average looking bloke in the street and he could be a psycho rapist serial killing billionaire drug dealer (a little OTT maybe), but you won't know it. Basically I have enough things going on myself to write about, and I'm never really concerned for the well being of anyone else except myself, my family, and a couple of close friends, so why would I write about someone that I couldn't give a crap about? Especially considering I don't know the first thing about their emotions/ situation in life.
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