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[sirmavers]

Hope it lives up to expectations mate, I know you've done some ace stuff so let's hope this matches. You will have a job matching the one about Mike with the Bike, good luck though

[sirmavers]

Did this last night, on the topic of 2 faced people, which you should all be busy doing

Do you feel the same as yesterday?
Or have you had a change of heart,
Do you see a different side of me?
I knew you thought different from the start,
What happened to all the love you had?
And the ever present pampering,
Did you pack it all in for a different ship?
Or did you simply not know what to bring,
You said that I was buried treasure,
Along with everything I said,
But I’d best be careful not to sleep too soon,
I don’t plan on being killed in bed,
Make your mind up please my friend,
Or have you the mind of a foe?
I knew there were 2 sides to every coin,
But I thought you were more honest than those,
I’d sooner you sent me down the beaten track,
Than have me getting lost on the road,
I’m lost for words at what you’ve done,
I hope these words stay with you on the road.

[cb]

im busy doing it.
itssss shocking tho! hah,

[ELF!]

Could anybody ever really match up with 'Mike and the bike'? Now THAT, was clearly mind blowing stuff!

[sirmavers]

Mike is now a key figure in this forum, he is an icon for anyone who needs to write, truly an inspiring character on the subject of having more than 1 face. For the record, it doesn't have to be 2 faces, why can't someone have 3 or 4?

[cb]

hahahah, mike is leg end

[sirmavers]

This is written about someone who was a close friend, who came on here, and today slated the sh*t out of me for writing crap poems, it hurt really deep, but he never gave a f*ck, hope you read this and wake up

Today I saw the roots brake,
Through the old stone skin,
Self righteousness was never my thing,
I always saw it as a sin,
It was at a point a beautiful day,
Soon clouded to a evening of pain,
You told me that the things I said,
Had nothing to give or gain,
I told you that I give my heart,
To every word I write,
And all this time you called yourself a friend,
But you’d never back me up in such a fight,
You sat to the left shuffling cards,
Gambling away what we had,
As I sat away in the corner,
You never seemed to note any bad,
Behind the shade I wept my tears,
As rivers where flooding from me,
You sat and moaned at loss of money,
When true pain and lack of happiness should be seen,
So I thought I’d count on someone,
To keep me company,
As the words I write where slowly stripped away,
You truly thought all this wasn’t to be,
Agony and emptiness,
As you spoke an honest heart,
I looked at myself in the broken mirror,
Wondering where I went wrong from the start.

[dontask]

i had to post this just cus it reflects my mood right now, no surprises by radiohead, if you dont know it, listen

A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silence, silence.

This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.

[dontask]

and that last one is a brill poem ant though im hoping its a lil exagerated. give it a quick grammar check though yeah?

[dontask]

the narcoleptic and the insomniac

im awake all night again,
that narcoleptic girl is in my head,
and i think shes there to stay,
because its never felt so empty in my bed,
but there is another heart beating,
and i know it soon to stop,
i dont know when her needs,
stopped being the same as my own,
but the narcoleptic girl,
is in the insomniacs head,
and theres a degree of irony,
that they should be so imperfect,
its only a hope that,
when she does fall asleep,
shes dreaming of me,
i know i will be doing,
i imagine.

thats something abit different than what im used to, but it only took 10 mins so be nice.

[sirmavers]

Jul 25, 2009 10:24:45 GMT @dontask said:

and that last one is a brill poem ant though im hoping its a lil exagerated. give it a quick grammar check though yeah?

See what you mnea with the grammar, I'm not arsed, can't be bothered changing it Don't worry, course it's exagerated, that's what I do, I've written about suicide and murder, that's exagerated, nearly everything I do is. All about inner pain and all that stuff.

[benraul]

You guys write alot, especially Ant. Good work.

There was lying at the table
Crying on the stairs
A raven on the gables singing
Jesus doesn't care
A woman at the window
With her hands on her hips
Staring out across the ocean
Like the prow of a ship
No blinking or emotion
Like the prow of a ship
Just endevour and devotion
Like the prow of a ship,

Ohhh rest in your bed
Oooohhh, McGreggor's dead


The kids were in the kitchen
Carving up the will
where the long line of limousines
Snake down the hill
They think they're winning
And shaking hands with the prodigal
And pompous who knew the man
Father figures and motherfuckers
Who knew the man
God's torment at the party
As if God knew the man


Ooohhh, rest in your bed
Ooohhh, McGreggor`s dead


Recall his lies
Pick up the pen
Record his reign
For the pregnant dog that bore him
Is in heat again

[dontask]

that was class ben, bit different to what were used to, much more narrative, love it.

[benraul]

cheers buddy.

I would love to take credit for that, but when i edited it I must have deleted who it was composed by.

That is written by the legend that is Guy Garvey. Its from a song called McGreggor. I think it is a quality tune and the lyrics are amazing.

[sirmavers]

Gload I didn't cooment on it now ben, but did think it was very good. Now you say that it is very Guy Garvey, how didn't we see that ey??