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Array ( [sid] => 2055 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => To The Victor The Spoils... [time] => 2002-08-09 11:12:15 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I've never done... what i should have done
never heard what i was told
never took on board the words they spoke
to save there concience... from the fold...
But i spent the good times laughing
and the not so good in bed
and when not laughing... i'd be dreaming
of the things i never said...

I never went to church to find myself
when i was lost... i'd find my way
only thought of God and Jesus
when i took the time to pray
i've never been no good for rules
not doing that and this
what i ever done... was just for fun
what was'nt fun... i'd give a miss...

But i'm tortured by religon
the devil... God and stuff
black and white... the devil fights
in black... but i've had enough
the lord above can hear me pray
softly crying as i say
Jesus can you hear me
is there no one in your mind
is my time best spent... an optimist
to avoid the things i'd find...

I sleep but i'm not sleeping
eyes closed but wide awake
i cry but tears are only...guilt you want to shake
to dream but dreams are postcards
you wish you sent instead
the perfect place... kept in your space
the stamp is in your head...

The devil when he's lurking, "its a fair oul bet he"ll stray"
he's stood in line... just biding time
he'll wait his time to say
"To the victor the spoils"..."The best man won today"
he may not really give a damn
but he's everywhere... "He's your man"
"to not go away... to not retract"
he's the man... who's wearing black...

MDM...18/11/01...
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To The Victor The Spoils...

Contributed by markymark on Friday, 9th August 2002 @ 11:12:15 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I've never done... what i should have done
never heard what i was told
never took on board the words they spoke
to save there concience... from the fold...
But i spent the good times laughing
and the not so good in bed
and when not laughing... i'd be dreaming
of the things i never said...

I never went to church to find myself
when i was lost... i'd find my way
only thought of God and Jesus
when i took the time to pray
i've never been no good for rules
not doing that and this
what i ever done... was just for fun
what was'nt fun... i'd give a miss...

But i'm tortured by religon
the devil... God and stuff
black and white... the devil fights
in black... but i've had enough
the lord above can hear me pray
softly crying as i say
Jesus can you hear me
is there no one in your mind
is my time best spent... an optimist
to avoid the things i'd find...

I sleep but i'm not sleeping
eyes closed but wide awake
i cry but tears are only...guilt you want to shake
to dream but dreams are postcards
you wish you sent instead
the perfect place... kept in your space
the stamp is in your head...

The devil when he's lurking, "its a fair oul bet he"ll stray"
he's stood in line... just biding time
he'll wait his time to say
"To the victor the spoils"..."The best man won today"
he may not really give a damn
but he's everywhere... "He's your man"
"to not go away... to not retract"
he's the man... who's wearing black...

MDM...18/11/01...




Copyright © markymark ... [ 2002-08-09 11:12:15]
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Re: To The Victor The Spoils... (User Rating: 1 )
by Chrissie on Saturday, 10th August 2002 @ 06:26:21 AM AEST
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Gulp! Powerful this Mark ...you're writing well, as ever.
Chrissie xx


Re: To The Victor The Spoils... (User Rating: 1 )
by Lia on Friday, 30th August 2002 @ 12:05:35 AM AEST
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sent chills down my spine.....




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