Conquer Club

Is all this my fault,
Or am I the effect.

Somewhere between lost and who I’ve become,
You’ll find a corpse my mind used to call home.
When you try and you try to do things with direction,
If the compass’ not yours,
Then Lost is your version of perfection.

“Free the heart, free the mind”
Is the claim of a generation.
One that I never felt home to or seemed to fit in.

For me, its control, the brain and its function.
The only thing,
- Breath(e) -
Should be free

Self-control, becomes a hole, down, which I’m blamed
Up before dawn, but they’ll pay no attention

I say “yes”, they hear “no”
I’m a farce in their eyes.
My requests for attention are met with disdain,
Invitation to partake is, sadly, accepted

Afraid to offend? Or afraid to spend, time.
- Time -
So expensive.
Spent on a whim, withheld for no reason.

When this life passes by and our time has hit zero,
The infinity that follows,
- Lost -
Gone from the expanse, what difference remains

True self.
- Corpse -
No longer hospitable, I’ll wander instead in this body not fitting to match this head.

You missed part of the title.

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,

One was blind and the other couldn't, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"

A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!

armati wrote:One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,

One was blind and the other couldn't, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"

A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!

Through a knothole in the barbed wire fence!


Thank you armati! At long last you have made a valuable contribution to this forum. That was one of my favourite poems from my childhood, but I did not know about the existence of the second verse. A hole in my education has been patched!

swimmerdude99 wrote:Is all this my fault,
Or am I the effect.

Somewhere between lost and who I’ve become,
You’ll find a corpse my mind used to call home.
When you try and you try to do things with direction,
If the compass’ not yours,
Then Lost is your version of perfection.

“Free the heart, free the mind”
Is the claim of a generation.
One that I never felt home to or seemed to fit in.

For me, its control, the brain and its function.
The only thing,
- Breath(e) -
Should be free

Self-control, becomes a hole, down, which I’m blamed
Up before dawn, but they’ll pay no attention

I say “yes”, they hear “no”
I’m a farce in their eyes.
My requests for attention are met with disdain,
Invitation to partake is, sadly, accepted

Afraid to offend? Or afraid to spend, time.
- Time -
So expensive.
Spent on a whim, withheld for no reason.

When this life passes by and our time has hit zero,
The infinity that follows,
- Lost -
Gone from the expanse, what difference remains

True self.
- Corpse -
No longer hospitable, I’ll wander instead in this body not fitting to match this head.

Who wrote it?

betiko wrote:Who wrote it?

I did, actually. Was musing over some things recently and decided to share this one. I tend to write poetry, songs and myself letters when I'm trying to wrap my head around something, my feelings or my circumstances. Critiques (if anyone has tips, or feels something is lacking) are appreciated. I wondered where I could possibly post something like that, and where else do I go but the forums for my addiction