The ballad of St Michael Archangel among the beggars of EnglandA Poem by Sam DavidsonOne day, I promise I'll sum up the feeling that's resounded throughout my youth; it has no name but it's still a single emotion. If I get some cure for my manic depression soon, this song may be one of my last attempts. Being in love kind of mixes up the
The doctors disparage my thoughts of a marriage To a girl with a whiteskin tattoo And the taxis won’t carry my frame To the out of town zoo And the people I love are lost to me Reading the cost of a train and a pillpacket too And the newspaper said it can’t load my available friends They’ve all gone away in the search of a world without end But Christ stole my thunder when he talked of the plunder Of a museum showing paintings of dust But I’ll make th’excelsior soon; it’s a matter of trust The suite where I’m staying is now bored of paying My way, though I’m hoping for benefits And the suitors of truth they wear looks so aloof When they’ll wear any shirt that’s going to fit And the rain’s now caressing and looks undepressing But my mind’s doing Roman salutes And I’m cutting my most inner-thoughts With knives designed for fruit Well they never told me that love is a lie ‘Till I reached seventeen and humanity ran dry And the holders of wisdom gave way To puppets of flesh And the thoughts I was having were all about giving my soul If my mind can stay fresh But I now need redemption and cool education Will take away my dreams of truth And I never saved a soul, never gave my opinion I’m leaning toward the way of mad provocation And to the unbelievers I’ll show a proof And burn away all the prophets of hell With my profitable promise of sooth. There’s no-one will take her away in my mind There’s no-one will call her a woman I’ll save her from sin if it means catching a bus And ending up broken and blue But I wouldn’t ask it of you. © 2009 Sam DavidsonAuthor's Note
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Added on July 7, 2009 AuthorSam DavidsonOxford, United KingdomAboutWell hello, and a good day to you. I'm seventeen and I live near Thame, Oxfordshire, UK. Unfortunately that won't tell you much about me; you can come from anywhere and still be going nowhere. As f.. more..Writing
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