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The Game
Sitting here waiting for the day,
the price I may pay,
Age old, not knowing how
this came be, I cannot see,
For once I was young, seems
like yesterday, where life went
I cannot say,
Life is gone in blink, before you
can think,
It's over and done, the final mile
makes me smile,
As I watch it begin, heaven and
hell, love and sin,
Everyone going nowhere, noone
to care,
Passing time in circles, running
through the gauntlet of life,
Imaginary worry, and Imaginary
strife,
And when it's over, we start
again, to play this game,
always the same,
trouble and strife in this
game of life.
the price I may pay,
Age old, not knowing how
this came be, I cannot see,
For once I was young, seems
like yesterday, where life went
I cannot say,
Life is gone in blink, before you
can think,
It's over and done, the final mile
makes me smile,
As I watch it begin, heaven and
hell, love and sin,
Everyone going nowhere, noone
to care,
Passing time in circles, running
through the gauntlet of life,
Imaginary worry, and Imaginary
strife,
And when it's over, we start
again, to play this game,
always the same,
trouble and strife in this
game of life.
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Posted: Aug 2022
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guitar
I spent Monday just walking through town.. searching for magical.. timbers of brown
Tuesday's arrival.. flooded my deck.. from the truest of branches.. I fashioned your neck
I spent Wednesday doing nothing at all.. till a bird with your voice.. sung out from a wall
You told me to hurry.. in the words of a song.. you told me that Thursday.. wouldn't be long
Friday's new coat.. hung from my bed..I made every string.. from a hair of your head
I took you to concerts.. I heard your notes fly.. migrating to consciousness.. nesting in sky
Tuesday's arrival.. flooded my deck.. from the truest of branches.. I fashioned your neck
I spent Wednesday doing nothing at all.. till a bird with your voice.. sung out from a wall
You told me to hurry.. in the words of a song.. you told me that Thursday.. wouldn't be long
Friday's new coat.. hung from my bed..I made every string.. from a hair of your head
I took you to concerts.. I heard your notes fly.. migrating to consciousness.. nesting in sky
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Posted: Jul 2019
Post CommentSymphony of Tears
Symphony of Tears
(C) 16 11 2017
by Begine Luc
If tears became rivers
and rivers became sees
the world would be covered
all alone by me
If for each tear, each cry
was born a melody
Oh I would keep all the tune books
and make a symphony
a symphony for you
If problems
became presents
I should sure know what to do
How could you, leave me all the way
with all those tears inside
If for each tear, each cry
was born a melody
Oh I would keep all the tune books
and make a symphony
a symphony for you
If all my tune Books
could be a symphony
a symphony for you
If all my tune Books
could be a symphony
(C) 16 11 2017
by Begine Luc
If tears became rivers
and rivers became sees
the world would be covered
all alone by me
If for each tear, each cry
was born a melody
Oh I would keep all the tune books
and make a symphony
a symphony for you
If problems
became presents
I should sure know what to do
How could you, leave me all the way
with all those tears inside
If for each tear, each cry
was born a melody
Oh I would keep all the tune books
and make a symphony
a symphony for you
If all my tune Books
could be a symphony
a symphony for you
If all my tune Books
could be a symphony
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
A txt I wrote in 1989 and wrote the arrangement also, I remastered it in november 2017 to a rock / pop balladI did a complete new vocal on it, little rocky sound.
I am the original and single composer and author of the text of this song. Respect copyright as written so I put my own name on it to not violate the rules. The admin can allways ask for more details and mail me if I have to change something. I am a songwriter/composer and multi instrumentalist in my free time.
POWER OF GOD
Humanbeings are ALTERNATIVE NATURE...one who is not
alternative can manifest
anything N
everything in reality,
Thats the POWER of
EIGHT..POWER of GOD,
The powerfull one keeps a
BIG-SHOULDER !!!
alternative can manifest
anything N
everything in reality,
Thats the POWER of
EIGHT..POWER of GOD,
The powerfull one keeps a
BIG-SHOULDER !!!
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Posted: Oct 2018
Post Commentsea of keels
heaven knows
and heaven tries
unpick the wrongs you've done
unpick the lies
cos you don't know
how it feels
trudging through a day
in a sea of Atlantic keels
if I had an aeroplane
if I had things
Id fly to the Arctic
just to cool my wings
I'd go to your house
just for the day
and I build me hammock
in your hair and sway..
If I had an aeroplane
well heaven knows
and heaven lies
there's an undiscovered
shade of brown
in your Hazel eyes
but you don't know
how that goes
how the earth.. changes pitch
when it feels your toes
If I had an aeroplane
if I had wings
Id fly past every weaknesses
to a place of Kings
I'd fly down to Mexico
just to surf the truth
and my board would be the promises
that I made in youth
but my boat is older
and my dreams ain't new
so I dive in the bitter swell
and I dream of you
and heaven tries
unpick the wrongs you've done
unpick the lies
cos you don't know
how it feels
trudging through a day
in a sea of Atlantic keels
if I had an aeroplane
if I had things
Id fly to the Arctic
just to cool my wings
I'd go to your house
just for the day
and I build me hammock
in your hair and sway..
If I had an aeroplane
well heaven knows
and heaven lies
there's an undiscovered
shade of brown
in your Hazel eyes
but you don't know
how that goes
how the earth.. changes pitch
when it feels your toes
If I had an aeroplane
if I had wings
Id fly past every weaknesses
to a place of Kings
I'd fly down to Mexico
just to surf the truth
and my board would be the promises
that I made in youth
but my boat is older
and my dreams ain't new
so I dive in the bitter swell
and I dream of you
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Posted: Nov 2020
Post Commentstrawberry Hill
all was the same
on strawberry hill
the city looked up
at those walking down
and tethered boats
traced the breath of cloud
all was the same
on strawberry hill
shadows hid in the corners
of old masonry
at the stroke of 1
figures emerged
in search of bread
and milk
all was the same
on strawberry hill
the clock face
pointed out degrees
and starlings were
spilt iron filings
on the paper sky
all was the same
on strawberry hill
save bracken was cleared
from the boreen of thought
and you wore new
the ring
my labours bought
on strawberry hill
the city looked up
at those walking down
and tethered boats
traced the breath of cloud
all was the same
on strawberry hill
shadows hid in the corners
of old masonry
at the stroke of 1
figures emerged
in search of bread
and milk
all was the same
on strawberry hill
the clock face
pointed out degrees
and starlings were
spilt iron filings
on the paper sky
all was the same
on strawberry hill
save bracken was cleared
from the boreen of thought
and you wore new
the ring
my labours bought
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Posted: Jan 2021
Post Commenttracks
I sit transfixed as thought it flies
to see warmth twice inside her eyes
a carraige full of moving breath
some bound for life some bound for death
the train arrives and brakes do bite
and all else there is prop and light
a flicker of wind... a dash of rain
I see her breath on the window pane
she gets her things and does a check
a silk scarf hides a graceful neck
her lipstick stains my white starched shirt
to me a mark I had from birth
some hearts will always poets be
I taste her breath and know, not me
not me
to see warmth twice inside her eyes
a carraige full of moving breath
some bound for life some bound for death
the train arrives and brakes do bite
and all else there is prop and light
a flicker of wind... a dash of rain
I see her breath on the window pane
she gets her things and does a check
a silk scarf hides a graceful neck
her lipstick stains my white starched shirt
to me a mark I had from birth
some hearts will always poets be
I taste her breath and know, not me
not me
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Posted: Jan 2021
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The Walrus and the Carpenter (The Sequel)
“We have eaten all the oysters,”
the Carpenter proclaimed.
The Walrus looked around to see
no single one remained.
“They were so plump and tasty, though,
we hardly can be blamed.”
The Walrus and the Carpenter
walked off along the sand,
then all at once they noticed they
were walking hand in hand.
Although, as to the reason why,
they did not understand.
And then the Walrus turned to speak,
but knew not what to say.
Perhaps a word or two about
the strangeness of their day.
“I’m worried,” said the Carpenter,
“I think we might be gay.”
“That’s not so bad,” the Walrus said,
“in fact, it might be fun.”
“Let’s stop right here upon the sand
And make love in the sun.
But when he turned to face his friend,
The Carpenter had gone.
the Carpenter proclaimed.
The Walrus looked around to see
no single one remained.
“They were so plump and tasty, though,
we hardly can be blamed.”
The Walrus and the Carpenter
walked off along the sand,
then all at once they noticed they
were walking hand in hand.
Although, as to the reason why,
they did not understand.
And then the Walrus turned to speak,
but knew not what to say.
Perhaps a word or two about
the strangeness of their day.
“I’m worried,” said the Carpenter,
“I think we might be gay.”
“That’s not so bad,” the Walrus said,
“in fact, it might be fun.”
“Let’s stop right here upon the sand
And make love in the sun.
But when he turned to face his friend,
The Carpenter had gone.
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Posted: Jan 2020
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Music From The Winds
Meditating on solid ground,
Rising slowly towards the clouds,
A place to speak with no sound,
Music from the wind won't let you down,-
Echoes of a long-lost past,
What is forever never seems to last,
The tomorrow that never seems to come,
Music from the wind you and I are one,-
A mystery, yet to be found,
Silent words of love heard too loud,
Up. down, and all around,
As we travel twice the speed of sound,-
A failure to some,
Winner born to lose,
To the end of time,
Music from the wind sings the blues,-
Music from the heart,
And from the wind,
When all else fails,
Only, we; left to exists,-
--Music from the winds,-
Rising slowly towards the clouds,
A place to speak with no sound,
Music from the wind won't let you down,-
Echoes of a long-lost past,
What is forever never seems to last,
The tomorrow that never seems to come,
Music from the wind you and I are one,-
A mystery, yet to be found,
Silent words of love heard too loud,
Up. down, and all around,
As we travel twice the speed of sound,-
A failure to some,
Winner born to lose,
To the end of time,
Music from the wind sings the blues,-
Music from the heart,
And from the wind,
When all else fails,
Only, we; left to exists,-
--Music from the winds,-
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
This one I wrote was back in 9-18-1997. Like many songs I write, it all started out by fooling around on the guitar. I combined this with both slow and moderate tempo strum and fingerpicking.girl on a train
I sit transfixed
as thought it flies
to see warmth twice
inside her eyes
some bound for town
some bound for death
a carraige full
of moving breath
a look of hue
intercepting night
and all else there
is prop and light
mechanics aside
a rhythm in train
I see her eyes
on the window pane
and doubt and grief
run far away
as we share
the transit of a day
for even Yeats
or Neruda's verse
would paint her well
but paint her worse
some hearts
will always poets be
I smell her skin
and know.. not me
not me.
as thought it flies
to see warmth twice
inside her eyes
some bound for town
some bound for death
a carraige full
of moving breath
a look of hue
intercepting night
and all else there
is prop and light
mechanics aside
a rhythm in train
I see her eyes
on the window pane
and doubt and grief
run far away
as we share
the transit of a day
for even Yeats
or Neruda's verse
would paint her well
but paint her worse
some hearts
will always poets be
I smell her skin
and know.. not me
not me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2020
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