Pacific Blues

[vanLeent]

I had this strange idea in my head when I wrote this, but I completely forgot what it was. so it's kinda meaningless now.


Neptune oh when you speak out loud
Hard oak wood shears and fractures
Every nail trembles, awed
Ripped cotton and fabric make their way past our feet
Water in, out, over and around me marks an early departure
But when out of sheer desperation my throat is slit
He stops and turns back to sleep

Over time the gap between earth and ocean has grown deep
Traffic stops at now deserted crossroads
New found peaceful sceneries ease those moody times
Soft sounds of waves steadily shaking this boat
Rocks us from one offence to another crime
When even water tastes like deceit
A gentle breeze running past my cheeks
While shells and clams fall trough my hands
Suddenly yet knowing I’m unable to
I feel a sudden urge to dance
To the pacific blues

He sends treacherous whispers that hang among us like a thick mist
And out fogs any kind of common sense and sophistication
Somewhere out there in the distance, sounds the saxophone
Sets in the right tone
for the pacific blues to play its part
Now it takes what it merits and it feds on the consequences
Mutiny on the barge

Walk … The … Plank!

[Handbagstory]

Your poetry is always so.. Soo.. English.
If you know what I mean.

It's nice, but some words are hard to understand for me =]