More Poetry

another working class day by vladimir valette 2002
Part of this world, I could never be
The sounds of churning, another working class day
Constantly dreaming, the ground I am afraid to see
You lead me, hope I follow but I can't bear to leave
My secret hiding place here in my dreams
My hopes, my tears, my single-minded goals

There's no hope for me
But you still have time
To walk in their footsteps
The niche they carve for you
The life that they've planned

My roots are unsettled
I love but I can't stay
For self love is all that I need
They say I am uncertain
My words are of no use
I want to succeed

One man's dream is another's apology
Along the way, you fall back in line
You call my name to stay here with you
The sounds of the old world, the steel and the ore
A slave of the grind, the life of a bore
If this is not the real world, I cast myself out
Of the fresh aired prison you refuse to leave

	Poetry
	ISGP Home Page \| What's New \| Bands \| New Bands \| Anything Box \| Anything Box Pictures \| Photos \| More Photos \| Pics \| ISGP's Favorite Albums Of All Time \| Poetry/Art \| More Poetry \| Survey \| Top 10 \| Contact \| Guest Book \| The Garden Shop \| Favorite Links \| Slide Show Page \| Photo Page

no one else to blame - vladimir valette 2002 Is there a difference between love and hate, I think not You learn your mate inside and out and everything ends up shot Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we try To feel the need to complete ourselves with someone elses touch Our first love are our parents, they hold us and cherish us They say the three words we long to hear then we throw them away For someone elses regurgitation, real or counterfeit We give ourselves away for the acceptance of others The acceptance we search for though Is not a pithy kind, no, what we want, what we long for We wish for happiness that we can't give ourselves The love we see on tv and silver screens that fades as fast as it comes In the end, when it is all said and done No wrong committed, just a candles burn left to hear Nothing but the turmoil inside your heart churning in rapture And your brain takes control to analyze and discuss Pain turns to disgust and the guns point back at you You hate him, you hate her, you did It again
		another working class day by vladimir valette 2002 Part of this world, I could never be The sounds of churning, another working class day Constantly dreaming, the ground I am afraid to see You lead me, hope I follow but I can't bear to leave My secret hiding place here in my dreams My hopes, my tears, my single-minded goals There's no hope for me But you still have time To walk in their footsteps The niche they carve for you The life that they've planned My roots are unsettled I love but I can't stay For self love is all that I need They say I am uncertain My words are of no use I want to succeed One man's dream is another's apology Along the way, you fall back in line You call my name to stay here with you The sounds of the old world, the steel and the ore A slave of the grind, the life of a bore If this is not the real world, I cast myself out Of the fresh aired prison you refuse to leave
Your Creations This is the ideal place to write your own poem.