cool and settled

by sunovawot and damommza

It was a cool and settled night-time
all the ghosties laying low
without the storm and lightning
they had nowhere to go

They tried to hide in houses
Abandoned and alone
But With no electric
How will they charge their phone?

They crouched in tall wide grasses
Stretched out under the stars
And played with the night life
Caught fireflies in jars

it’s not the same as haunting
as anyone can see
but without storm and lightning
ghosts are never free

plagiarism, that burns!

poor beastie, thou maun live
upon the burning pyre
while schemes of mice and men
are subject to the fire

I wad be laith to rin
to meet you at your call
wi’ murderin’ pattle
at some enchanters ball

thy poor, earth born companion
can lay down to his rest
foresight may be vain
to those who are not blest

i backward cast my eye
to mark the path i tread
now thous turn’d out
i might as well be dead

nought but grief and pain
i leave behind for you
for promis’d joy is lost
and naught but death is true

promises

by sunovawot & damommza

the breath that i am drawing,
and all the tears that i have cried
the moments i could leave you
for all the times that you have lied
there is nothing left to hold me,
to the promises we shared,
for nothing that you offered
shows how much you may have cared
so we’ll spend this time together
and watch the hours drifting by
then we’ll hope for god almighty
to teach us how to fly
but that is far beyond us
and we have no easy road
and the truth that we are left with
is an indecypherable code

yet the moments of our parting
have been written in the stars
it was all laid out before us
but the trying left such scars
that we clung to one another
in the hopes that we could choose
but the choice was made already
and we both of us must lose
while the earth is set on fire
and the time is growing dear
will we regret the moments spent apart
or those that we spent near?
god will teach us how to fly soon
as all finally will end
and that code we shared between us
will be revealed when I hit “send”

a birfdae pome tu poussinboi

tihs won woz fisrt poestd at http://www.yesterdazelolz.com/2016/09/24/noes-no-roundabouts/

tho ai haznt been heer tawkin
for ai’v had noe wurd tu sae
adn ai sayv mai interjkshuns
for a verry speshul dae
adn it seemz taht wee hav hit won
so noe longur ai’l be coi
ai am heer jus tu wish yoo
hapy birfdae poussinboi

oliver and serena

by sunovawot and damommza

in the pale glow of moonlight
in the still of midnight air
though i cannot see your figure
in my heart you’re always there

now death has joined forever
what life could never part
though others bid us farewell
for us it’s just the start…

mephistopheles

in the days of mephistopheles we’ll ride the great machine
through the back streets of vienna where the circus hasn’t been
we will whistle into corners where the fuzzy people are
sing the dutchman is a sailor and he’s coming from afar
and even though we love him with a passion that is pure
he’ll never come between us since he never comes ashore

we’ll take our sordid pleasures till the tolling of the bell
tells us that the day is over, time to go to hell
but here’s the thing that you should know before you wave goodbye
a cold new day’s a-dawning if you look beyond the sky
and every lie you’ve ever told and every heart you broke
will not seem quite so funny when you’re the punchline of the joke

slipt

he came from upside-down street with a drumstick in his hand
claimed he was a drummer in a crappy covers band
i shook him very gently and gave his cheek a kiss
told him we weren’t idiots so please don’t take the piss
he shook his head in sorrow then he looked at me askance
got up on his hind legs and led us in a dance
we capered thus for ages till the sky was turning grey
and watched until the monster slow and silent slipt away

word

when the priests they came to see me they were baying for my head
not for aught that i had done but words they’d heard i said
and standing before witnesses they told me i should know
if god would only grant them blades they’d strike the fatal blow
but here i still stand living and of all the gods i’ve heard
not a one has proved to be more real than a word

faith

my love is all i have to hold
your words may touch the edge of it
but don’t assume that your belief
will reach into the heart of it

if all you have’s an easy phrase
to offer to my beggared heart
then don’t i beg you share your faith
a thing of which i hold no part

Real Time

by damommza

With fingers spread, we cannot touch
The miles too far, the time too much
You are asleep, while I’m awake
You cannot give, I cannot take

The clock declares, this is “real time”
We never talk, we often rhyme
When we are dead, where will we go?
I often guess, you just don’t know