Never mind the bollocks where is Sex pistols

Guitars are screaming all over heartland
drums fulfilled the inner of my ears
the bas is pumping heavy and loud
in the circumstance of eternity

I am and also not
what is what
in a living life

Nothingness' is another word for
spirituality and I am being walking
out in the woods besides a
flowing river

the moment when I absorb
singing birds and growing tree's

The moment when I start to live
back in myself after hard times

walking the road to death and
I am a little bit older

and I am not so much wiser
but I try to living my life

Give me rock and roll
a warm guitar and
a road to walk

heaven is waiting













Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2009-05-25 at 14:14

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A good poem , I enjoyed it very much. Thear was more to '' Punk Music '' , than people realise. The best of the sex pistole's'' , for me is there performance of '' The streets Of London '' , all the other recording's are '' nice'' middle class recording's , representing ''nice'' midle class attitude's , to the homeless , and poverty in genera.
The Sex pistol's say it it as it is.

By the way Bollocks is old English for a colektive of pasters and all such Christian clergy.

Ken
2009-05-25