Celluoid ghost from Hollywood's past
Forever haunt me on my televisheni screen
Trapped on video to act out their roles
For all eternity
Judy Garland is in Oz
While Errol Flynn is in Sherwood Forest
The Marx Brothers spend a night at the opera
And a siku at the races
Humphrey Bogart fights crime
While James Cagney leads a life of crime
I beleive The Kinks were right
when they said
Celluoid Heroes never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens
Note: This poem was inspired kwa the song
"Celluoid Heroes" kwa The Kinks
Forever haunt me on my televisheni screen
Trapped on video to act out their roles
For all eternity
Judy Garland is in Oz
While Errol Flynn is in Sherwood Forest
The Marx Brothers spend a night at the opera
And a siku at the races
Humphrey Bogart fights crime
While James Cagney leads a life of crime
I beleive The Kinks were right
when they said
Celluoid Heroes never die
Because they are here with us forever
On our televison screens
Note: This poem was inspired kwa the song
"Celluoid Heroes" kwa The Kinks
i open my eyes
invisible
a loner in a dark abyss
surrounded kwa endless oxygen
my only friend.
during siku im average
alone im nothing but my own enemy.
Everyone thinks im so funny
never serious
use to be alone. shy
dont like this feeling.
empty completely
no emotions consume me.
just the dark shell surrounding me.
i want to break through it
but it hardens as i make the gesture
my mind is blank
never thought id be perfect
never thought id be in a dark abyss.
i want to find a friend that wont decieve me
all i want is a best friend. . .
invisible
a loner in a dark abyss
surrounded kwa endless oxygen
my only friend.
during siku im average
alone im nothing but my own enemy.
Everyone thinks im so funny
never serious
use to be alone. shy
dont like this feeling.
empty completely
no emotions consume me.
just the dark shell surrounding me.
i want to break through it
but it hardens as i make the gesture
my mind is blank
never thought id be perfect
never thought id be in a dark abyss.
i want to find a friend that wont decieve me
all i want is a best friend. . .
This world, is so ignorant and blind,
"Greed and Power" has altered our lives,
What happened to the will to live freely and in peace??
I'll tell wewe what.. It's Man and his Greed.
Man made money.
Man invented time.
They use this, to keep us in line.
To keep us busy, while they do fuck all,
Just collect the money you've worked your arse off for.
There's no such thing as freedom,
As we're forever in their grasp,
Fuck sake people..
Get your head out your ass!
Stand up! Speak up! Let it be Heard!
Together as One.
We can change the World!
Put it how it should of been..
Long before time.
All I ask, is to open your eyes.
Look back in History, open your mind,
It all adds up, you'll soon realise.
Prove what a Man truly is..
Courageous, Strong, Loyal in his word.
Be a Man.
Stand up to this corrupt fucking world.
"Greed and Power" has altered our lives,
What happened to the will to live freely and in peace??
I'll tell wewe what.. It's Man and his Greed.
Man made money.
Man invented time.
They use this, to keep us in line.
To keep us busy, while they do fuck all,
Just collect the money you've worked your arse off for.
There's no such thing as freedom,
As we're forever in their grasp,
Fuck sake people..
Get your head out your ass!
Stand up! Speak up! Let it be Heard!
Together as One.
We can change the World!
Put it how it should of been..
Long before time.
All I ask, is to open your eyes.
Look back in History, open your mind,
It all adds up, you'll soon realise.
Prove what a Man truly is..
Courageous, Strong, Loyal in his word.
Be a Man.
Stand up to this corrupt fucking world.
I stare
He returns the glare
His eyes are focused
His lips are clear
One must live
While the other disappears
Life is short
but this is shorter
Time stops
My life flashes nonstop
He spends
as i watch
Its too late to cheerish this moment
Before i know it
It stops
the gun has choosen
Its inayofuata victim
This game
has no winner
one dies
while the other survives
but maybe not for long
He would play again
with a different partner
He might even lose
And pay the price
With his life
Think about that, inayofuata time wewe play
We have settled the argument
no zaidi disagreement
We know who must
Pay the price
The gun has choosen
And it picked . . .
CA-POW . . . me.
He returns the glare
His eyes are focused
His lips are clear
One must live
While the other disappears
Life is short
but this is shorter
Time stops
My life flashes nonstop
He spends
as i watch
Its too late to cheerish this moment
Before i know it
It stops
the gun has choosen
Its inayofuata victim
This game
has no winner
one dies
while the other survives
but maybe not for long
He would play again
with a different partner
He might even lose
And pay the price
With his life
Think about that, inayofuata time wewe play
We have settled the argument
no zaidi disagreement
We know who must
Pay the price
The gun has choosen
And it picked . . .
CA-POW . . . me.
Tears of goodbye
Tears of fear
holding onto wewe
it consumes your heart
it rushes to your head
wewe shake and cringe
wewe stare and wewe wave
wewe grab your chest
as if it is now hollow
wewe whisper a note
wewe whisper a love
wewe turn to walk
but find wewe can't move
wewe take some breathes
and count to 10
wewe hold on to chest
once again
wewe start to calm down
wewe start to see
wewe find a mirror
and see what he now see's
wewe whisper soft
but yet still clear
wewe take one zaidi breath
and start to quiver
wewe shake away the fear
and begin to trust
'how come i could upendo wewe and still it was never enough?'
what happens inayofuata is very suprising
your sure its just a dream
because a girl with a broken heart
just stopped crying her fears
and its then that wewe realised
wewe were zaidi than enough
and wewe always had been
it wasn't wewe
it wasn't wewe and him
it was him that wewe didn't see
who played wewe along
and then who broke apart such a beautiful song.
Tears of fear
holding onto wewe
it consumes your heart
it rushes to your head
wewe shake and cringe
wewe stare and wewe wave
wewe grab your chest
as if it is now hollow
wewe whisper a note
wewe whisper a love
wewe turn to walk
but find wewe can't move
wewe take some breathes
and count to 10
wewe hold on to chest
once again
wewe start to calm down
wewe start to see
wewe find a mirror
and see what he now see's
wewe whisper soft
but yet still clear
wewe take one zaidi breath
and start to quiver
wewe shake away the fear
and begin to trust
'how come i could upendo wewe and still it was never enough?'
what happens inayofuata is very suprising
your sure its just a dream
because a girl with a broken heart
just stopped crying her fears
and its then that wewe realised
wewe were zaidi than enough
and wewe always had been
it wasn't wewe
it wasn't wewe and him
it was him that wewe didn't see
who played wewe along
and then who broke apart such a beautiful song.
As wewe know, I live in New Zealand, a place abundant with clouds, mountains, and kondoo (I know, right!!!). This means that whenever we go on a school trip we're seeing lakes, au mountains, or, and this is my personal favourite, kichaka ('cause that never gets old). This time it was Mount Holdsworth.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the kichaka had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", wewe know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the kichaka had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", wewe know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
This is a play I wrote.
There are three acts.
I'll add the inayofuata two later.
(scene 1)
(enter Gabby and Conner, who appear to be arguing)
Gabby: For real, Conner, I really don't trust Anna. (shakes her head)
Conner: Really, Gabby, her parents founded the church. How can wewe not trust her?
Gabby: Steve and sherry helped too.
(enter Anna)
Gabby: (death glares at Anna, but goes unnoticed)
Anna: So, Conner, are wewe talking to yourself au something?
Gabby: (clenches her fists, runs silently out of the room)
There are three acts.
I'll add the inayofuata two later.
(scene 1)
(enter Gabby and Conner, who appear to be arguing)
Gabby: For real, Conner, I really don't trust Anna. (shakes her head)
Conner: Really, Gabby, her parents founded the church. How can wewe not trust her?
Gabby: Steve and sherry helped too.
(enter Anna)
Gabby: (death glares at Anna, but goes unnoticed)
Anna: So, Conner, are wewe talking to yourself au something?
Gabby: (clenches her fists, runs silently out of the room)