Petes Poetry
Grave Yard
The craziness, the solitude, my bent faith in mankind.
For what you mean and what you say, are opposites, I find.
So this self hate, it's not really me.
And truth and love, from god they are free.
But the momentum, twisted and turned on its ass.
For my love of god, tainted, like stained glass.
So the opaic veiw.
of me and you
is it red? is it blue?
Is it a lie? is it true?
No light shed on, why, when, or how.
For the aspiration and superstitions are then and now.
So tainted spectrum, or rainbow with no end.
For light my fire, for the ashes to ashes, dust to dust, blend.
And reasons it's all in my head.
For now my wish, to go live with the dead.
The grave yard shift, it's double time.
For this my spirit, and with it nothing was ever mine.
Peter Riddoch.
For what you mean and what you say, are opposites, I find.
So this self hate, it's not really me.
And truth and love, from god they are free.
But the momentum, twisted and turned on its ass.
For my love of god, tainted, like stained glass.
So the opaic veiw.
of me and you
is it red? is it blue?
Is it a lie? is it true?
No light shed on, why, when, or how.
For the aspiration and superstitions are then and now.
So tainted spectrum, or rainbow with no end.
For light my fire, for the ashes to ashes, dust to dust, blend.
And reasons it's all in my head.
For now my wish, to go live with the dead.
The grave yard shift, it's double time.
For this my spirit, and with it nothing was ever mine.
Peter Riddoch.
