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[Pete J W-Mears]

got a few scribbles about the house
wondering what the publics opinion is if any lol

cheers all

wrote this last night in ahurry hope it tastes good



Longing for love

she stood there looking as goddess as ever
i couldn't hold back thy passion for her
i was blind to reality without her i'm dead
messed up my chances stepping too far ahead

everyday i'd long for the passion i felt
but be dissapointed alone in my bed
single life sux and for her my heart melts
please darling come replenish a daft head

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i stand here fixated and Paining desire
as my mind chases its world's bliss dealer
i reach for the ale to cease to be here?
strike ever further scaring each peer

the madest of mad mad-men around
weave about bladdered, in a world of my own
debach and care not; exist in limbo
what i once deemed bad i find i condone

chasing lost beats of what once was splendor
i wont stop untill i'm standing taller
my disease could be lust or devilish flare
i seek beauty but i lack any formal usher

i want to run free in arms with a whore
yet long my old work; dull trips via train
as beasts are calmest when out of control
but mind the odd bash i'd expect the cane

to busy searching no time to explore
one had no intention to be this damn vaine
my innermost thoughts still plain in structure
justifying my badness is easy in pain

want and take and life and not alot more
i chase what in life? i remain unsure

my current ways repel financial gain
though desperate i seek my torments a cure
if i remain skint i'll be most insane
time to engage and dig up my treasure

i'll seek it out there or die a bidder
yearning the chase till doomsday keep goin'
I may be the first to an early grave
stay slightly mad allmost out of control
but my dear you'll never forget i'm assured
please wish me the faith to rise out from this hole

[Pete J W-Mears]

do you?

stuborn sea of love

For who my heart settles upon this everning
for i just know not what,
desperate i appear, yes i must,
need to find somebody to love.

i am just a little ship i know,
i sail in the greatest of gusts
such treachurous waves these are of lust.
love and desire like rechid seas,
we exist as a humble little boat
along we float, up and down we weave
we navigate and tac our lechury
then from knowhere a gnarling storm appears
this metaphore for almighty love
exciting thrilling and action packed yes
cloaking over a vacuum of feuds and break ups.

it all depends on our strenght as a ship
am i strong enough?
to repel a slip, a fall and break
these lessons on passion, desire and lust
one rides its waves or fails and sinks
if not rigid, to the depths we ebb and jolt.

[Pete J W-Mears]

this doesnt sound right in place's
can a humble sole please offer me some real public advice
its the real people of all genre's i want to here from and not that of some critical elite

cheers dears

[Pendragon]

Well, don't take this as being negative. Either rhyme the poem or don't rhyme it, don't mix the style. And use spell-check. Good luck! :thumbs_up

[Pete J W-Mears]

BLOODY YOBS
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BANG

STAMP

"Watcha look'n at "

the cry of a yob screaming for friends

you stand there all smug do you, you coward

"i'll buff your lip mr, cos am hard"

oh will you sunny then try it on

i'm sure your unaware of my sectret weapon

PUSH PUSH PUSH, HE SHOVES ME OVER

i fall then jump, brace my pose

he staps back not expecting karate chop action

i bash his chin punch then stamp on his toes

then i chase ater him all the way

run him whining past shops and down roads

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wrote this before reading the comment and thanks i didnt relise my mistake lol

[Pete J W-Mears]

sick of the city.
behind the window, way up high
we gaze as those flash by
women stroll as gents groan: coffee running dry
my lovely addictions settles my mind
promotion we strive, straining, we try
pivot upon bottles of red fine french wine,
Intoxicated. i think i feel fine
pass judgement on me,
trips, falls, slurrs, and so.
is ye really so clean?
such a worthless little sole.
yet you'll never cease tryin'
boss, boss look at me.
whats the point in all this
i'm a cog in a machine
but not anymore
i'm goin far away
somewere very beautiful
am off to live in glee.




keep up the input lol