No, not really.
I don't know what I'm calling this one, at the moment. Maybe "The Ghost Ship Enters."
...
There's a ghost ship in your harbor!
There's a ghost ship in your harbor!
Black sails against a sky
Pluming red
A ghost ship enters your harbor!
Down
Down
Under the sea
Rise to the surface
Come to be
Do you see??
Do you see the ghost ship
Enters your harbor!!
There's a ghost ship
Entering your harbor!
I don't think it belongs-
I don't think it belongs here-
I don't think it belongs--OH GOD NO!
A massive hull
But only a shadow of that
Oh, it's bringing the sickness
It's bringing the disease
LOOK OUT!
There's a ghost ship
Entering your harbor
And its empty crew shall mimic
And cry
'A ghost ship enters your harbor!
There's a ghost ship
Comin' to your harbor!
Bringin' the death!
Bringin' the disease!'
A-HA HA!!
The ghost ship enters your harbor
This eve!
Down, down
Under the sea...
Monday, May 25, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Ladies in White
There is always
A Lady in White
In every empty home
On every breaking step
There is always
A Lady in White
And on every breaking rung
Glides her flowing white gown
Her quiet voice rings out
In every deafening silence
Oh, but who is she?
We always must know
Who is she?
Is she but a figure of imagination
Or did she truly used to be?
Oh, but who is she..?
In every aching stairwell
There is always
A Lady in White
Or at a vacant crossing
Is the Lady in White
Stories whispered
About a past
But we don't know what's true
We don't know what's true
Just a sweet perfume
Blowing past,
Wafting near
The same whose clicking heels
We hear
She is
The Lady in White
Rapping, echoing at our doors
There is always
The Lady in White
A Lady in White
In every empty home
On every breaking step
There is always
A Lady in White
And on every breaking rung
Glides her flowing white gown
Her quiet voice rings out
In every deafening silence
Oh, but who is she?
We always must know
Who is she?
Is she but a figure of imagination
Or did she truly used to be?
Oh, but who is she..?
In every aching stairwell
There is always
A Lady in White
Or at a vacant crossing
Is the Lady in White
Stories whispered
About a past
But we don't know what's true
We don't know what's true
Just a sweet perfume
Blowing past,
Wafting near
The same whose clicking heels
We hear
She is
The Lady in White
Rapping, echoing at our doors
There is always
The Lady in White
Labels:
ghosts,
ladies,
shit that doesn't suck (hopefully)
The last two posts...
Really sucked. Ass. I really gotta say. [ed. note: they've since been deleted.]
Sorry about that. It's been a bit of a dry spell.
I'm hitting you with something new. I've worked on two, and one of them is pretty much wrapped up. I hope we like it.
...
NOW.
Sorry about that. It's been a bit of a dry spell.
I'm hitting you with something new. I've worked on two, and one of them is pretty much wrapped up. I hope we like it.
...
NOW.
Labels:
Procrastination,
work as in art,
writer's block
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