Yoshi - done...those of you who added me on facebook allready know
YOSHI IS DONE
but sadly i can't upload the sheets now
not because i don't want it
i have to do some "post processing"
editing tabs and re-cut it a bit
also i have to make some nice photos
wish me luck that there is good weather tomorrow
then i will make some outdoor shots
well then nothing more to say
AngelsAngels mournAngels6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What can happen
What could be
About what they see
What they hear
About the ending
Which comes near
The TouristShaved legs,The Tourist7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blown glass cracked on the edges
two for the price of one
sell away all our liberties
and let them speak for us.
Play out the wrong card
the captain salutes a sinking ship
and a hurricane winks at the corner of our eye
pulled in a whirlpool.
Tornadoes suck themselves in
paradox in a pillowcase
and you wonder what's keeping you up all night
(no, I can't sleep, either)
the monster under your bed
or the monster laying there
inside your mind all the time
and making your hairs stand on the ends.
Life playing on repeat
sinks clogged with secrets too painful to keep
so hard to settle and slow down
rushing head, losing pace
merciless when you beg to finally collapse.
Shave the ashes from your legs
you're fragile like glass
so easily blown and shaped
so easily swallowed and cracked
(and it's not just the edges this time).
if i die youngif i die young,if i die young3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
paint my coffin.
splatter it with colour,
so no one can help but think
cover me in sheet music.
the notes will close around me,
the words of my favourite songs
against my coffin.
to my ears.
to my body.
while i rest for eternity.
and while you're there,
bury me in poetry.
bury me in words
that brought me to tears.
made me show emotion.
bury me in words
that were mine,
when i put pen to paper,
bury me at sunrise,
because this is a beginning
it's just a new day.
dress me in a floral print,
the ones i always wore.
and do not bring me roses.
bring me dandilions and daisies and
scatter pine needles on my grave,
(but not the pointy kind)
so it will be soft to walk on.
do not bring me to a graveyard,
it is a place of
and i am not to be mourned
if i die young,
it was long.
it was my whole life.
the sons of flint and pitchthe sons of flint and pitchthe sons of flint and pitch8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as i want to be remembered--
fallen down with the knee-tide
over my forelock, drowned in little water,
but mostly as a man
not afraid to die:
remember me my children
if you have ever remembered
tenor, if your voices have sung for me though you did not know
you sang for me:
remember, we struck a spark!
for such brittle foolish longing is not
what wets our torches or deadens our wood
but show me a good man, raise him up high on a pedestal,
and I will show you
something worth burning out for.
The Last of the Old GodsOld man by the crest of the seaThe Last of the Old Gods2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
steadied upon rusted spear. Flatline
gaze and steely eyes, world-weary
and weak. Black bird
overhead in a spiral trap,
wide-eyed in the ocean's wake.
Outstretched hands and a pouch of ash
sifting through the gale-winds.
With every gust comes a bitter
faltering in the branches
of a windswept elder tree.
The old man's children succumbed
one by one, to the fires of war;
charred flesh bound and burned.
One by one, hunted or drawn
by the allure of a greater Father.
For time beyond memory, he took
to wandering the wilder places,
watching a world caught in
To the stones by the sea
would be his last journey.
With the ashes spread beyond
the winds, he offers the dead
a quiet eulogy: "You were the last
of those who kept my memory.
No legendary heroes' hall awaits
the last of the old gods."
Ends of LoveThe angel of love is burned at the stakeEnds of Love5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A price to pay her mistake
As the fire burns her silken skin
Her heart blackens from the anger within
As her anger grows the world slowly dies
Light turns to dark and hides the skies
Where love lived, replaced by hate
Damning our world to this darkened fate
Sorrow Strikes The HeartDo you ever lie awake at night? Wondering what your life would have been like if you had done things right? If you had said those few simple words to the one you love.. the one you cherish,and would die for? If you had made those choices that would have made your life a living Heaven instead of another place.. that would make you want to live and love,instead of wanting to cry? People use dreams at night to escape the world,escape their problems.. and envision the future. But not all dreams are made of good and purity and used for the future of the world. Some are made of evil, hatred.Revenge, vengence and despair. I'm losing almost everything and everyone I love the most and I know there are lots more out there too. And it's a sad thing that brings helpless romantics like us people to tears. Next time you think about your sorrow.. think about others, and the hatred they feel against the world.. and don't look to dreams to solve your problems.. use your soul and inner strength, believeSorrow Strikes The Heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Diseased One, No Shelter HereIf there was a way to start,Diseased One, No Shelter Here5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To take away the tender heart,
A way to be free,
Of the lies, misery,
To be broken,
But no longer lost within me,
If only you could know,
About this shattered world,
Begging to be whole,
How it creaks and it groans,
Saying save me,
But afraid to let go,
To trust in another soul,
If only you could see,
The tragic eyes of the diseased,
Or the parasitic life form that feeds,
On the backs of the broken,
And hearts of the weak,
If only you could cure me,
Your face is unmasked,
Guard unwillingly dropped fast,
Pulled to the breaking point and thrown back,
They say it stings like whiplash,
When your insides are ripped back,
Torn from internal injury,
Leaking where no one can see,
Reeking of decay and rotten meat,
Spilling out your guts so eloquently
Once I had..Once upon a time..Once I had..5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Once I had a little dream,
and in it
I had you,
but as dreams do,
it fell apart,
and left me feeling
Once I had a world of hope,
and in it
we could be,
forever in love and
Now I have no hope at all,
to keep me warm.
I sit alone,
holding a heart that's
The BorderlandsI amThe Borderlands6 years ago in Open More Like This
nor anywhere else that es importante
or so they say
Trapped as I am
in the Borderlands of la frontera
I am therefore invalid
just a combination that amounts to
nada in their eyes
I lack the authenticity
the privilege to misrepresent my people
the historia of my ancestors
the honor of denying
in favor of sólo una parte de mí
so full of blind beggars
holding cups empty of acceptance
seems flanked by bars
but in my desperation
I look closer
Are the bars to keep me in
keep them out
separate and segregate
the negro y blanco from
the Other that I am
eliminate all shades of grey
The stark contrast
leeching the detail
stealing the beauty of a spectrum of
marks my view of the world
a world which is
nor anywhere at all