Category Archives: Lyrics

Glistening Point – By Me and D

Glistening Point

Glistening Point

The fire is crackeling

in the darkness of the night.

The fire is burning 

till the onset of first light.

When I

gaze into a flame

I feel the primal hush

stir and stoke 

behind black eyes.

The crush of dark 

and death

sharpened to a glistening point.

 —

The fire brings its stories.

From old days and long nights.

The fire is smoldering.

Under a starry winters night.

When I

gaze into the flame

I feel the primal hush

stir and stoke 

behind black eyes.

The crush of dark 

and death

sharpened to a glistening point.

— 

There is no way.

I can explain

the glistening

of an emerald flame.

There is no way.

I can explain

the glistening

 of an emerald flame.

Hello people I’m back! Sorry been so long had a mad and wicked last few months. I will not be posting as much as I did in the past as I feel I’ll post when the inspirations is really there.

This song was written over facebook with a  good friend of mine. It’s still not finished I think. Tell me what you think please? I’ll love some advice and ideas.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

IT”S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Emerald Flame

Emerald Flame

 

Calling by The Nomadic Eagle

Calling...

Calling…

Calling

I sit here in the morning.
Listening to you calling
my name.

I sit here in the morning.
Listening to you calling
my name.

No other but you can call me…

I sit here in the morning
Listening to you calling
my name.

I sit here in the morning.
Listening to you calling
my name.

no other but you can call me…

And I
I am falling for you,
and  your calling.

And I
I am falling for you,
and your calling.

Just a little something I made up while playing on the guitar yesterday. Still thinking if I should record and publish it another day.

The Nomadic Eagle

Calling...

Calling…

A Poem On The Underground Wall – Simon And Garfunkel

A Poem On A Subway Wall

A Poem On A Subway Wall

The last train is nearly due, 
The underground is closing soon, 
And in the dark deserted station, 
Restless in anticipation, 
A man waits in the shadows. 

His restless eyes leap and scratch, 
At all that they can touch or catch, 
And hidden deep within his pocket, 
Safe within it’s silent socket, 
He holds a colored crayon. 

Now from the tunnel’s stony womb, 
The carriage rides to meet the groom, 
And opens wide and welcome doors, 
But he hesitates, then withdraws 
Deeper in the shadows. 

And the train is gone suddenly 
On wheels clicking silently 
Like a gently tapping litany, 
And he holds his crayon rosary 
Tighter in his hand. 

Now from his pocket quick he flashes, 
The crayon on the wall he slashes, 
Deep upon the advertising, 
A single worded poem comprised 
Of four letters. 

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding 
The poem across the tracks rebounding 
Shadowed by the exit light 
His legs take their ascending flight 
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

Simon And Garfunkel

The Child Has The Right Idea to Expression

The Child Has The Right Idea to Expression

Awake My Soul

Awake My Soul

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes.
I struggle to find any truth in your lies.
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know.
My weakness I feel I must finally show.

Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all.
But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall.
Lend me your eyes. I can change what you see.
But your soul you must keep, totally free.

Awake my soul…

In these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love,
you invest your life.

Awake my soul…

For you were made to meet your maker

Awake my soul…

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But Your Soul Must Keep Totally Free!

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