Tomorrow (has no future)

This is gonna hurt like hell
It all felt so perfect and right
Truth or lies what does she tell?
A decision made in the night

When trust is gone
It will always feel wrong
Tonight time seems so long
Darkness will follow the dawn

Tomorrow
Tomorrow has no
Tomorrow has no future
Tomorrow has no future for us today
I just want to fade away

It’s always gonna hurt like hell
Try to keep a distant demeanor
Looking in her eyes will tell
Pass by like you’d never seen her

You said goodbye
You’ll always ask why
The sun fell from the sky
Never show the tears you cry

Tomorrow
Tomorrow has no
Tomorrow has no future
Tomorrow has no future for us today
I have nothing more to say

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One Month Old

On July 23, 2017, I made the first post to my other blog on WordPress. The Vinyl Jungle was inspired by a friend who, after reading posts that I had been putting on social media, told me that he almost felt like he was reading a Blog. A little light went off just then, and after some more thought, I decided “why not?” 

I listen to music nearly every day. And as of late it’s almost always from my vinyl record collection. The Vinyl Jungle is off the cuff writing about the the album I’m listening to at that particular time. Sometimes, I write a kind of review about it. Sometimes I write some interesting related facts. And sometimes, I’ll recall an old memory that’s relative to the record I have spinning. My goal with The Vinyl Jungle is the same as when it was just simple social media posts. I hope it inspires the reader to check out some music they haven’t listened to before, and to gain some insight into that music. 

One of the goals of anyone who writes is that someone reads it, even if they are, at the core, writing for themself. This morning, when I checked the number of subscibers I had for the first time, my head started spinning. Thirty days in and I already have 242 subscribers! So I want to send my sincerest thanks to anyone who has stopped by The Vinyl Jungle, and an even bigger thanks to those who have subscribed. I hope you continue to enjoy it as much as I enjoy the music that inspires it.

The Smile

It’s what I keep inside
The smile that peeks through to the outside
As the daydream invades
The past and future the present evades

Not who I really am
Hiding in the rulebook from a God and lamb
Not what I really feel
Taught to never beg and leaned to never steal

The ballad of lament
Security in an elastic balloon
The debt of unpaid rent
Foolish pride is what always gives up too soon

The smile from what is gone
Not knowing if I was pauper, king or pawn
The daydream in the night
Looking past the smile promoting fight from flight

The smile’s foolish lament
Behind a smokescreen of confidence and pride
The smile that was once mine
The smile that melts a heart frozen, lost in time


Copyright © 2017 Mr. Flying Pig

Poetry of love and life

I havent been writing too much poetry lately, but I have been writing, nearly every day. It’s no long lost secret that the easiest way to write is to write about what you love, and I love music. When I write poetry, it is really just an extension of the lyrics to the music in my head. Although I may have my moments, I know I will never equal the talent of the artists I revered in my youth.

No, I haven’t been writing poetry lately,  but I have been writing – writing about poetry. Writing about you, about me, and about the one thing I know we probably have in common – music – the poetry of love and life. Please check out my other blog: The Vinyl Jungle.

If you love music as much as I do, I’m sure you will love it.

My new Blog.

Being as the inspiration for poetry and writing can be sporadic for me, I decided to start a second blog that I hope to contribute to more consistently. It is founded on both my love of music and my love of vinyl records. I will always own a turntable, and I will always prefer the sound of records played on a turntable over the sound emanating from a CD or MP3. TheVinylJungle.com will guide you through a journey of musical discovery and appreciation as I listen to the records from my personal collection. Because I believe that like life, music is all about the journey, not the destination.

I hope you enjoy it.

http://thevinyljungle.com/

With The Book Of Rules

August turns to September’s matrimony
An ending that was made too soon
Walk across the floor to the center of the room
Back steps are impossible in time
Move forward
Take the hand of desire
Dance across the floor
Then walk out of the door
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear
A night that can’t end too soon
Staring at the moon
Wanting to bend what you made
The tears cascade
Push them aside
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear
September expires all hope with that beautiful smile
That used to look you in the eye
Now it stares in the other direction
Now it dances across the floor
And walks away
Leaving you to die alone
With your foolish pride tucked away in your back pocket
With the book of rules you hold so dear

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