tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71533356882587966052024-02-19T03:39:03.404-08:00PUTTING MY WORLD TO WRITE"I wined and dined with nonsensical ryhme, while putting my world to write." Andrew West Boyd 2012Andrew West Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14216084284872504674noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153335688258796605.post-91566936863763409162014-04-29T07:41:00.000-07:002014-04-29T17:09:15.000-07:00<div align="justify">
<u>SORROW THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD</u><br />
<br />
She wasn't in her chair no more<br />
like a scene within a play<br />
to whom it may concern or not<br />
my mummy's gone away<br />
<br />
The King of pain with sadness<br />
has said she's gone for good<br />
to see her face just one more time<br />
I really wish I could<br />
<br />
I'm cold and really frightened <br />
so please come back and stay<br />
protect me from my darkest thoughts<br />
until my dying day<br />
<br />
<br />
<u>THE STAIRWAY TIME NEARLY FORGOT</u><br />
<br />
Ninety minutes<br />
After climbing<br />
Into a black<br />
And white<br />
Photograph<br />
I became<br />
Picture perfect<br />
In an extremely<br />
Colourful way<br />
<br />
<br />
<u>FAMILY PORTRAIT</u><br />
<br />
I have a son called David<br />
who is my little pal<br />
I love him very dearly<br />
I know I always shall<br />
<br />
I also have a father<br />
I don't like half as much<br />
he took me to a hospital<br />
and hit me with a crutch<br />
<br />
I have a younger brother<br />
who makes me laugh out loud<br />
he ran away to join the fair<br />
which made me very proud<br />
<br />
I used to have a mother<br />
who sadly passed away<br />
she was a special woman<br />
that's all I have to say<br />
<br />
<br />
<u>IN MY OWN MIND</u><br />
<br />
With hope and faith we elevate<br />
With heart and soul we separate<br />
<br />
In love and life we overrate<br />
With stolen thoughts we contemplate<br />
<br />
(And so it goes, and so it goes)<br />
<br />
With lack of trust we hesitate<br />
With despair and fear we dislocate<br />
<br />
In troubled times we isolate<br />
With a twist of fate we complicate<br />
<br />
(And so it goes, and so it goes)<br />
<br />
<br />
<u>BANANA SPLITS PENNY A PUNT</u><br />
<br />
(New Spoken Word - Verse One)<br />
<br />
Morning light has broken<br />
which I try so hard to fix<br />
Illusions of sheer grandeur<br />
In my box of magic tricks<br />
<br />
(New Spoken Word - Verse Two)<br />
<br />
A book of missing pictures<br />
doesn't make much sense<br />
neither does ten bars of gold<br />
without a garden fence<br />
<br />
(New Spoken Word - Verse Three)<br />
<br />
Egotistic brace and bits<br />
made from balls of wool<br />
a monkey with a painted face<br />
looking very cool<br />
<br />
(New Spoken Word - Verse Four)<br />
<br />
I lost my mind a year ago<br />
when I moved into a squat<br />
they say my life is over now<br />
but I really hope it's not<br />
<br />
<br />
<u>BLISSFUL BOREDOM</u><br />
<br />
Roderick was a vagabond<br />
his sidekick was a thief<br />
they wined and dined at 169<br />
but never gave me grief<br />
<br />
A Technicolor picture frame<br />
filmed in black and white<br />
matchstick men with attitude<br />
such wonderful delight<br />
<br />
Birthday blitz, banana splits<br />
surpassed and so serene<br />
quaint essential men of style<br />
heard but never seen<br />
<br />
I stand by all the things I say<br />
with rain crowds in the sky<br />
I cant get used to losing you<br />
no matter how I try<br />
<br />
<br />
<u>SO UNEXPECTED (PART IV)</u><br />
<br />
WhenIwriteashortstoryaboutthesizeofmy<br />
lacesIdoitwithstyleandwithoutanyspaces<br />
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All work written and reproduced with permission by Andrew West Boyd - 2014 </div>
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