Published on 12, July, 2020
I was sent an instrumental version of this on my FB page, I have been obsessive and OCD about this song in the past. I have amended the lyrics to make them more accurate, I have claimed this version as my own, it has a profound effect on me. For me it encapsulates my life purpose to perfection.
HalleluYah
Well I heard there was a secret chord That Dowd played and it pleased Yahowah But you don't really care for music, do ya? Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing HalleluYah HalleluYah, HalleluYah, HalleluYah, HalleluYah. Your trust was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya’ She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the HalleluYah HalleluYah, HalleluYah, HalleluYah, HalleluYah. Baby I've been here before I've seen this room an’ I've walked this floor y’know I used to live alone before I knew ya’ And I've seen your flag on the marble arch And love is not a victory march It's a cold, and it's a broken HalleluYah.
The last 5 lines (Acrostically pleasing.) The other 7 are not too shabby either. Powerful I think?
Will Sorry Do?
Why do you twist and turn things, and then call me evil,
Later you say you love me, that’s unbelievable,
I have tried and tried, tried to explain,
There is a real issue, a problem with my brain,
One minute you speak as one who understands,
The next, you want to kill me with your bare hands,
So, prove it I hear you say, show me it’s true,
Once again, I use my brain in this very line,
Reaching out to you and asking one more time,
Realizing that if we want to live in harmony,
You will have to accept, we think differently.
Hendrow.
The day I was born, should have been celebrated,I agree.
But, I have given the thing that is called 'My Birthday' quite a bit of thought of late. I have decided that I have no desire nor need for a 'Birth Day' any longer, this is my reasoning whether you agree or disagree is of no consequence to me. I know that I was born on a particular day, although I was not too aware of it at the time ( I didn't have a watch on,, you see) also I hadn't quite got the gist of the Gregorian style calendar on the wall. Since that day, on an annual basis ( this would make it anniversarial, 'tradition' dictates that I should acknowledge it (Celebrate it etc.) I was too young to be a reliable witness as to the accuracy of the date, I have to therefore trust that those who recorded the date and time of my birth did so accurately, I do have a 'certificate of birth' which confirms this date and time of which I cannot be sure is accurate or not, as the case maybe. It seems to be something steeped in 'tradition'- something I choose not to follow, or be 'led by' if you prefer. I have no desire for myself or the anniversary of the day I was born to be exalted above any other day. I find no genuine reason for saying that it is a 'special day' it is what it is. I have come to the conclusion that it is something that has been subtly imposed on me, over many years (From birth - Mind You), without me really giving it much thought. My 'Birth' Day has long gone, that is the fact of the matter. As I have stated in the past I choose now to let go of pagan traditions and celebrations, it has not been hard to find the roots of what I used to choose not to do. I am happy in what I am doing now, I will continue to research. (For those that need it in black and white, If I do not celebrate/partake/observe, Etc my own 'birthday' I for sure won't be 'doing' yours.) If you want to unfriend me now, I understand. HC.
YOU KNOW ITS YOU.
Oh girl, when I look at you,
I am truly love sick, I thought it was the Flu,
Then my heart does kick, like a bass drum,
Loving you is fantastic, hugging you is fun,
I love to see my baby's face, is there one more perfect in the human race.
MY MAGENTA MATRIX.
<3
I don’t mean to be repetitive,
My problem is cognitive,
Something I exist with,
I have no more to give,
Show me the way to live,
Memory, like a sieve,
It is what it is,
It's massive
I’m passive
This passage
Is active
like acid
Not placid
Or flaccid
What Facets
Cause upsets
More regrets
Backward steps
Life’s reject
Sore subject
Feel abject
Now reflect
Every aspect
In context
The concept
Full disconnect
No intercept
True intranet
Unlike internet
Can’t recollect
Near perfect
We’re select
Complex intellect
I interject
Lose respect
In effect
It affects
Every project
Speed breakneck
The heck
Hi tech
Like Lomacheck
Well kept
Foot instep
Shipwreck
Not yet
No sweat
You bet
Mic check.
This is the letter I am going to give to my new GP, I may also give her the letter I wrote for Dr Ba*****y, I think it is funny that her name is Dr Bu****y. I am hoping that all concerned realise that these letters are actually rhyming poetry. On to one of the pieces in question. I am interested in what you think of it too. Particularly want to hear from the writers in this group. Also there is an open invite, private message me if you so desire, thanks for reading. Hendrow.
You may have heard of the Smo King, but today I say, this is what I bring,
I have to destroy the King of Smoke, listen carefully this ain't no joke,
To you, this is true, there is more than hope,
Tip, sip, to the lip, get a grip take a toke,
Green, black, brown, and white which is coke,
Is it designed with you in mind to make you choke,
It matters not if you're young, or old folk,
King sized tax, thats why I was always broke,
Without my hit, I took a dip, and started to mope,
Hemp makes the noose, which is the hangmans rope,
Make a bid for freedom, you got my vote,
On foot, bike or car, even by boat,
Its hard enough in life just to stay afloat,
If you want to protect your castle, then dig a moat,
On the hop, cos you stop, how will you cope,
Who in their right mind is going to use dope,
To be enslaved once again would really get my goat,
Being controlled to my soul, by the King of Smoke,
Just like we do when we use a tv remote,
Go with Freedom my friends, why don't you elope,
Jumping for joy like African Antelope,
Feeling good like you should, Freedom is a top, top bloke,
Thanks to The Father, what would you rather I wrote,
The King wants to kill us all, in one stroke,
But a wheel cannot turn with something stuck in the spokes,
From Lands end my friend up to John O'Groats,
He the King wants to bind me and keep me close,
To be his faithful subject and me to raise a toast,
To my love The King, whom I loved the most,
He needed somewhere to live and I am a good host,
I killed your Dad! boy, I hear him boast,
I can push a button and you will become a ghost,
I can cook your insides like a burnt Sunday roast,
So do I run? No way, I am stood here by my post,
Down by the sea, and from coast to coast,
In the trivia of this life, I am not engrossed,
My defeat was something the King supposed,
Oppressed in my chest, tormented in my clothes,
Pain in my head, blood running from my nose,
Aching in my back and cramp in my toes,
But I did not accept, thats just how life goes,
From my sick bed, finally I arose,
Freed by the need to write a piece of prose,
Getting rid of the grief, I Ebayed my woes,
Who is the real Chief, yup I knows what I knows,
Did you think you could defeat me with evil blows,
I soar like an eagle before the *** crows,
I am a conqueror, my strength grows and grows,
Feeling fine, peace is mine, so it's time to close,
In your mind this sounds like one of your flows,
One of a kind, one at a time the King is exposed,
You were caught in a bind, and you got what you chose,
So who is the real King? . . . . That is the question I pose.
Unique~Not A Freak.
A lot of people I know like me
But I dont know any like me
Some have been through pain like me
And come through it again like me
Who has a brain like me
Some seek answers like me
Some were dancers like me
Some were chancers like me
Many were used like me
For a time confused like me
Many were abused like me
Are you on FB like me
Do you watch TV like me
Got a CV like me
Sometimes wrong like me
Want to get along like me
Feeling strong like me
Bubbly and bright like me
Born to fight like me
Love to write like me
Looking for truth like me
With genuine proof like me
Want to shout from the roof like me
Free from the Matrix like me
Cant stand the hatred like me
Watching them play tricks like me
Not into the fame stuff like me
Bringing the names up like me
Knowing their games up like me
Reading the times like me
Revealing the signs like me
Freeing the minds like me
I like this one thank you for sharing.