"This is the the end, my only friend the end..." The Doors.
This is my final song in my collection of raps and poems I have posted this week. Please find links to the entire collection at the bottom of this post and thank you so much for the community support!
I've learned so much and I am here to stay. I'm going full Steem ahead with 100% power up. I want to upvote so many amazing articles I read on Steemit so I want my vote to really matter. I think I have something to offer and I want to help create change. I will become the change I want to see in the world.
My friend told me that I am not getting a very big audience writing poetry and I love and respect this person a lot and they have a massive following. I am just a beginner and I always listen to what they say but I get a rush when just 8 people read my last post tonight. it makes me so happy to reach just eight people! I'm a bit shy so having an audience of 8 tonight was just right for me. I will be switching to writing long form articles in the future and starting music production so I can spin my lyrics into dope tracks on Dtube. There are so many amazing opportunities for all of us on the Steemit platform. I am grateful for this opportunity and I am really excited about what I will do next.
So without further ado I present my final song in my series "Poems and Lyrics from the Bowels of Phnom Penh". I have changed the title for the last two posts to "Poems and Lyrics from Phnom Penh" out of respect to my host country.
This is a song I wrote after getting a divorce. I was married for nearly ten years and I was thrown away like a Snickers wrapper almost overnight. I recovered very quickly when I hit Cambodia. Writing songs can really help alleviate stress and depression. Letting out the darkness through art can be cathartic. Poetry and lyrics are still important today. Not everybody wants to read dark poetry and I think that is just fine. I just loved having that audience of 8 tonight.
Darker Blue
I feel no better seeing you suffer
I thought it was right
But it was midnight wrong
I’m on a guilty flight
High and above
And far away
Higher than fake love
An easy game to play
CHORUS Dive to darker blue
The pain of knowing you
Stones inside my shoes
The pain of knowing you
No air left consumed
The pain of knowing you
I sink in darkest blue
The pain of knowing you
Urging pulse too fit for fight
Just ready to birth decay
Walk alone in dangers night
Fading on my way
I really tried to rise above the feather
And take my life away
Just dead wrong
Light up the target
Arrogant face down in the basement
Bought off sold for vice
Friends are the losers
Ignoring their advice
Knowing the truth of you
It sucks at gaps in Bentley claims
It surely hurts just knowing you
Knowing the truth of you
CHORUS Dive to darker blue
The pain of knowing you
Stones inside my shoes
The pain of knowing you
No air left consumed
The pain of knowing you
I sink in darkest blue
The pain of knowing you
End verse repeated Some somber morning lately
Some guarantee too shady
Some other time remembered in those arms
Back in that calm that melted to gone...
I grew up in a beautiful, but tough, country town in Queensland and there was this one time a kid I knew had just got out of juvenile prison and formed a gang and he didn't like me. I saw him and his cronies on the river bank and he froze and his eyes lit up and I knew my friend and I were in a lot of trouble if we stuck around. So my friend and I ran from the river up a steep hill. They followed us. 8 of them! and we scarpered up the path back to my friends home. On the way we waited at the local bee hives and set a trap. When they were in range we threw rocks at the hives and ran like crazy. We laughed as we heard them screaming. Poor Shannon. Poor lost boys. I got stung in the neck but it was still worth it. We never saw them again. They must have taken a train back to Brisbane. Anyway, a month went by and I watched Deliverance and I have had a phobia of rivers ever since. So I created a poem/song from that memory and spliced it together nice and South American inspired.
I would love Christopher Walken to read this poem. No impersonators please ha ha
Bonus Song:
##Cannibal Country
Gormless on target
Step kin, rash of fates stamped
Sold up the river
Where cannibals camped
Skulled up to buggery
Your camouflaged deep
Watch on in horror
You’ll never know sleep
Your scent asunder
But blind are the pigs
On short leashes
There’s cracking twigs
Scouts back to the digs
hooch in hand
You wait out the night
The hours are sand
In your eyes watching terror
An open fire
They planned
Another hunting party
And to pieces went your team
Butchered quick
Bones bubble in the fire and steam
You throw up sick
Gave away your position
Up high on hill
Alarms are raised
By screaming shrill
You find a bridge of rope and wire
Your friends faces in the fire
You make it free to ground up higher
Are they closing in? you run, perspire!
A river border, the chants die down
A stranger smiling, see’s blood then frowns
He get’s his gun and checks your back
He drives you into town past dead dirt tracks
You made it now go write that book
You sent some feds, made those hills shook
But none were found just scattered bones
Your memories hide at night alone
....Beware the hunting party
The End
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