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From the Moon

Poetry By: Nick Edward
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Some poems


Submitted:Oct 25, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The King is Dead

A million in prizes
None of it is worth a thing
Behind his golden doors
His heart still longs to sing
The song that he once sang
The bells he heard once ring,
still ringing in his head
Such longing for a King

Headmaster of the World
A world that bows to him
Listens to his words
And to his every whim
But there is something lacking
Lonely under his skin
He makes a front but truly
won't let anybody in

Because he doesn't know
The King is Dead!
Long live the King,
inside his head.
So long ago
He wore a crown
before he grew up
and laid himself down

Given In

A cure for growing down
And flowers turning black
The girl I love, she's dead
Shes never coming back
A room, all filth and dust
Pipes of silent rust
The girl I loved is gone
Gave into Heavens lust
Now I am alone
Maybe I've always been
Now shes given into Death
Given into sin
A troubled eye or two
Now what is there to do?
Sweet love, here I come
I'm coming home to you

From the Moon

If I die tomorrow
What should I say today?
Is there any hope
Now that I've found a way?
A man who he talks to me
He told me that he knew me
As for things behind the sun
Nothing can be done
From the Moon

Every Single Hour

I call you in the night
When I'm all alone
Sometimes I wake and realize
That I'm on my own
And I cry out loud for love
The love that once was ours
I remember every moment
Every single hour
But then I fall back sleeping
And I dream of times we had
And even in my dreams
I do feel very sad
When I talk to myself
Say your name to the air
I feel bad it's not your voice
I feel bad 'cause you don't care
And perhaps you never will
That's what really gets me
It makes me hurt so badly
That you could forget me
When I do wake up
I always look beside me
I always hope I'll find
You laying there beside me
Like back in the days
When the wind blew for us
Now you're no longer with me
Like a stranger on a bus
And it hurts to know I'll live
With these memories of you
If you ever read this
Just know I'll always love you

Under the Street Light

A horse drawn carriage in the night
Under the misty street lamp light
A crying out of one mans tune
I Had A Time I'll See You Soon
The night walks off, the day is near
When suddenly the dawn appears
A cosmic moment lost to time
Meant to a scene, eternal rhyme
Shot out naked, ray of light
The horses walk out of the night
Into the silver seated day
Waiting to take its breath away
A silent girl who knows too much
About just where shes from and such
The horse, a statue? How could it be?
These moments don't come too easily
She nears the carriage on its way
Under the street light, Can I Stay?
The life it laughs, Of Course You Can!
Immortal whip! The horses ran
Into the sun

pt. 2

When you see me
You'd laugh too hard anyway
You always did
You always will
You can never change
You can only move on
Forgive me if you can
Life is too long

And I liked you in the end

Trash

The trash is society
Beat on the can
Don't turn away
Learn to take it like a man
It's not going to change
That you've gotta understand
Only you can make that change
Only you can take command
of yourself

At least tell the truth
If you can't stop the lies
and eventually the people
around you will realize
That the time is now
to open their eyes
And the people on the outside
will rise
for themselves

The Artist

Nothing ever lasts
Time is passing fast
And all the dreams
you ever had
Are calling, falling
into the world you once belonged
Life is very strange
And people often change
But who knew you were
Once out of the cage
You're trapped in?

Dr. Death

My gravestone will read my epitaph
I can hear insecurity every time I laugh
How much I worrys the most worrying thing of all
You know, I might give Dr. Death a call

I know everyone suffers, but will I ever feel at home?
Every step I take, I feel more and more alone
Every day that passes is the same
Lifes too short to figure it out, who's to blame?

Dr. Death

Cindy

Cindy was a child in her own way
She always knew exactly what to say
And if love is just a broken hearted high
Then the world was meant for Cindy and I
Plastic spoons and black and white TV
Did it ever mean a thing to me?
The world has a million places to be
But I just want to be with Cindy

pt. 1

I can't explain what I don't know
And when you were here I thought I knew you
Pathetic jokes, we laughed too much
But you always did know more than I
They dress your body in what you wore for the wake
I can see it now inside my head
But they'll never find you because you're missing
Tears aren't all that need to be said:

Please come back!
We'll kiss your feet!
We'll put your statue
in the street!
We'll love you now,
so please come round!
We hadn't realized
What beauty we'd found

Efil si a wols edicius

Wonderful

All I've got is time to lose it
So Sally bumped me, said "Better not waste it"
I laughed so hard I fell in love
And I looked at her and said

Isn't life Wonderful?

I jumped in the water and got wet
I opened my eyes and burned the debt
I looked over at Sally, who was under too
I said "Theres no reason to feel blue

When life is this Wonderful"

Sally kissed me and said
"This is all a dream!"
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
Wasn't it Wonderful?

Since I Ran away from Home

I sell myself for money
But I still don't buy shit
I'd go see a movie
But is it really worth it?
I'm a prostitute
Bad, but I could be worse
I could be a politician
or the driver of a hearse

I'm null and void, I can't avoid
that I've lost my mind
Sitting in this smelly hole
I've left my life behind
Get in line all day, $2 per rape
I'm all alone
My tears used to mean something
But not since I ran away from home

I honestly thought
things would get better
I thought my life
was looking up
But now I'm naked
in a bed that isn't mine
Full of rats and cum
and lice and stuff

Block 5

Holy flowers of God
Melting with the Sun
And our lives melt too
But we will be, will be cleansed

Judenrat, SS, Mengele,
Block 5 full of malaria
Liberation coming?
I'm past life with black hole bones

Sacreligious alienation
No good liberation
As no good was Bergen Belsen
I miss my wife and children

Death as I should've died
Without flaws in past lives lost
Dogs barking, the line is moving
Am I going back to Block 5?

Esther

Mother flies hum over the human head of 30 odd years, less than one in the sack, quite strange a fate. Black street is a hole at night, street lights cry and scream and moan. Bleeding babies sleep without pretensious thoughts nor realizations, their cryptic visionary love muffin is now at home.

Any Day Now

The days are numbered
Slumberlessly hoping for a free day
away from knowing where I'm going,
anyway,

Any day now.

Wasting my time wasting yours
Take my time, taking it all away
Hello tomorrow
Goodbye today

Any day now

The day gets carried away waiting for the night
It doesn't feel real, doesn't feel,
Sure as hell doesn't feel right.
What can I say?
What can I do?
Every turn leads me to you

Any day now





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