Just thoughts
I never knew that grown men lied
And mothers and their babies cried
To find that honesty had died
Leaving kids lives broken,and destroyed.
I never knew at all
I never knew that hurt and pain
Would profit men who felt no blame
For breaking spirits now full of shame
As we now learned the lying game
And into hell we fall
I never knew the world of crime
Would me to wed becoming mine
Gone those feelings once sublime
Lost in the mists of endless time
No more to me recall
I never knew the taste of blood
Was bitter sweet best served with mud
And wounds to me were something good
My penance scars displayed when could
As I would you appal
I never knew of endless night
Of prison bars and prison flight
The battle won but not the fight
For good was bad and bad was might
My path a stony wall
I never knew of loves sweet kiss
Embracing lust and fleeting bliss
The charmer awed by cobra's hiss
Devoid of thoughts of sad remiss
And boasting of it all
I never heard my baby cry
To hear her daddy say goodbye
Her tears shall haunt me till Idie
As through sky's of never I now fly
I never felt so small.
Brendan .
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-19 at 10:15
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On the other side of never
On the other side of never.I never knew that grown men lied
And mothers and their babies cried
To find that honesty had died
Leaving kids lives broken,and destroyed.
I never knew at all
I never knew that hurt and pain
Would profit men who felt no blame
For breaking spirits now full of shame
As we now learned the lying game
And into hell we fall
I never knew the world of crime
Would me to wed becoming mine
Gone those feelings once sublime
Lost in the mists of endless time
No more to me recall
I never knew the taste of blood
Was bitter sweet best served with mud
And wounds to me were something good
My penance scars displayed when could
As I would you appal
I never knew of endless night
Of prison bars and prison flight
The battle won but not the fight
For good was bad and bad was might
My path a stony wall
I never knew of loves sweet kiss
Embracing lust and fleeting bliss
The charmer awed by cobra's hiss
Devoid of thoughts of sad remiss
And boasting of it all
I never heard my baby cry
To hear her daddy say goodbye
Her tears shall haunt me till Idie
As through sky's of never I now fly
I never felt so small.
Brendan .
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
Read 853 times
Written on 2005-10-19 at 10:15
Tags Sad
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