| April 10th 2002 A New Book A new book A new start A new outlook? A new beginning? What will become of this book? How will it all turn out? A ledger for scribbles A place for my mind A home for my feelings A medium of expression Where will I go from here? And how will I get on then? A time to spread out new A new set of writings, wondering thoughts A cracked pathway on which I step A place to rest my head Strange It's strange How days so weird linger And days so great fly by It's strange How babies always cry Yet this is the simplest time to be It's strange How you appreciate things But only when they're gone It's strange How black symbolises bad Yet darkness is warm and forgetful It's strange How white is clean and good Yet blinds so many It's strange How this world keeps ticking around Despite all that's wrong Cold, Tied Up and Dying This is hard Hard to breathe Breathe in while gagged Gagged and bound up tight Tight enough to make you sweat Sweat blood through your wrists Wrists so sore and weary Weary like your eyes Eyes so droopy and glazed Glazed over like frozen pond of childhood Childhood passed by and gone Gone like your will Will to struggle Struggle on against this foe For who is overwhelming you You who are captive Captive in this dripping cellar Cellar so cold and unforgiving Unforgiving in all it stands Stands as if invincible Invincible to taunts Taunts abound indirected Indirected and hitting you You so bound and gagged Gagged and unable to breathe Breathe slowly to calm yourself down Down goes the blood you held, into the drain Drain you long and deep Deep is the hole you fall into Into forever nothing Times of Pre-18 Let me think Of times so nice Warm as the summer sun of May When I would join my friends Play pool, drive around Sit by the riverside and laugh Let me think Of when there's a party We drink, we laugh, we cry But the music keeps pumping And so do our hearts Let me think Why they're dear to me In deep conversation we reside Aiding each other's repairs Let me think Of how I feel When we're torn apart Let me think Will we still know each other later? Let me enjoy this time so short left *6,5,4,3,2,1 - the months ticking down to when friends and I will split for University or lives beyond High School and the Sixth Form this September 2002.* John Calvin I'm not sure why I'm writing this, but� John Calvin was a man A man of reform in Germany's surround In 16th Century times passed So anti-Catholic in stance He endured Protestant rollercoaster Spreading his word from Genevan base Lutheran based beliefs He developed the teaching And spread his Institutes of Christian Religion far and wide This Calvinism as it became known Caused war of civilities and strife Yet it was an alternative We still study him today In depth like over the centuries passed He's a complex man indeed If he hadn't lived of course I wouldn't need to study for him again And pass that damned exam! *Oh well, here's second time lucky charms for me! Wish me luck for June 2002!!* |