Scott Clark, 27 marca 2012
I close my eyes to this awful place,
and enter a world so free.
I close my eyes and then I go
to a place where I can be me.
I close my eyes and become the man,
who I always wanted to be,
I close my eyes-
no fret nor pain,
observing what I never could see.
Scott Clark, 27 marca 2012
Dream of yonder netherworld
touch it lest ye fear.
Dwell in places never real
forget what sheds the tear.
'Cause many nights are lonely, dark
and no one cares your there.
And having no angels o'er you
you will never know what nor where.
Dream of yesterdays sealed book
to see what tomorrow is made of.
Think of how your life has been
and how you could have showed love.
'Cause what is past will come again
the times of goodness and sorrow.
What has happened will always be
but you can always change tomorrow.
Scott Clark, 25 marca 2012
Presis:
Ah frightens to I nuwe you nore,
Whit Sun nor erth could shore.
My glee did gloat to wiff da snit
dat run to view no moor.
Cammire ya wit an’ tell da lore
Let’s teez dat plutos’ shore
‘n view dat lit dat squince me eyes
‘n minds me of erths poor.
Quite Jon ‘n Jill ya nasty nits
Lend yar ear ‘n ear dis tail.
Its lore to learn to pin yar wits
‘n sharpen ya ponny dale.
Tale:
Fangs of Jans-berg stint no more pain den dat of dis jewl.
Lo it comes ner breath o latter noon, preathing creat ‘n wetted lips
Drewlin pangs ‘n pung. What snew! What dung! Crelling lo , …..da
PrangerStint.
Shewww, shusssshh, hush yar yap, ner dart nor yip yer tong. PrangerStint
das ears awl. Spys awl. Snits awl.
Sense:
Spit and Spin when yar anger steams,
-keep yar pot a boilin.
Though God and Michael defend ya dear,
still nuttin’ will stop yar toilin’.
Da Johnny feast ‘n swells his pot
‘n makes his dear the dearer.
Wilest Jimmy spies ‘n wishes hope
‘n prays his joy was nearer.
Scott Clark, 25 marca 2012
Below the trees the forest weeps
on dank cold moldy ground.
But wormy roots still drink the soot
And rejoice how life is found.
Scott Clark, 29 lutego 2012
In the morning air you can smell them bloom,
Those bless’t sweet Roses,
Beyond a bitter room.
Could tear- filled eyes ever sway
Those lovely things on a lonely day?
Scott Clark, 23 grudnia 2011
A farce set night
dwindling twilight
how the light has escaped our eyes.
Our fears draw near
inside the whisper
"they're here, they're here"
But we find only ourselves to despise.
Now midnight creeps over
and silent songs haunt her,
for what could, should but not have been
lying, growing old
Nothing to hold
In this lonely bedroom scene.
"Come, Comfort"
the cry
low
the sigh
As we close
our lives
to the real.
"Come, Comfort"
Again
our dreamworld of sin
it is then we become as we feel.
Scott Clark, 23 grudnia 2011
Sense
the darkness
of
twilights' loom,
weaving
your fate
filling
each room
with
visions fainting
and
reapers gloom.
Oh, hear the drum
TA-Toom TA-Toom
Silently fading
TA-Toom
TA-Toom.
Close
your eyes
in
peaceful disguise
a
following fool
pretending
your wise.
The
spirit that has fallen
will
never arise
Hear the blowing
SA-Zee SA-Zies
Silently fading
SA-Zee A-Zies
The
world is gone
hear
another's rhyme
leaving
this life
is no
ones crime,
The
voices call
The
bells do chime
Oh, hear them call,
Your
Time, Your Time,
Silently fading,
Your
Time, Is Time.
Scott Clark, 23 grudnia 2011
"Crimson Vase
your primrose fades,
there is dust upon the shelving.
The spider climbs
along your side,
and who knows just why he is delving."
The friends, indeed, for lonely flowers
are only but a few,
'cause no one cares for a crimson vase,
though beauty lies in you.
"Time has wrought no harm or shame
upon your reddish tone,
but what has made your glory shine
was forgotten,
left alone."
"Crimson vase
I knew you well,
you were brought here with caress.
They made you shine
'cause your flowers gave hope
to the soul so lost in sadness."
"But the friends you have for those lonely
flowers
are now only but a few.
Oh, Crimson Vase
what unfair fate
that now no one cares for you!"
Scott Clark, 19 grudnia 2011
When oft afar I look
O'er the midnight sea
appearing there is seething mist
but in my mind I see.
Demons dancing on Twilights shore
with God peering down below.
Mankind amazed at the amourous wonder
yearning to join the show.
Laughing,
leaping,
praising love
in elegant synchronous motions
of what could resist this powerful scene
leaving lusty notions.
All lost souls who join the dance are taken aside and freed
leaving behind selfish pride, forsaking guilt and greed.
But those who scorn the joy and love
are bound by their hate within
For God only cared for those who ventured
and went to conqueor their sin.
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