Sixties are Dead

1 Comments

Tags:
  • Other

    Sixties are Dead

    Bad fruits of the best seeds.
    Good roots of the worst deeds.
    Well I'm not sure that "In God we Trust"
    'Revolution number nine'...
    Your mine is not mine.
    And everybody's touched by bloody rust...

    Living in 'Yesterday'.
    Waiting for a 'Girl'
    Spending a 'Hard day's night'...

    You got a feeling to hide.
    You got a 'Ticket to ride'.
    This time you just missed the flight.

    Re-mixed is the song.
    Paralitic is the tongue.
    More wounds. No blood to bleed.
    Like skin on my teeth
    The idols of sixties
    Those victims of the need and the greed.

    Living in 'Kashmir'
    Leaving to 'Ramble on'
    Fighting for 'Whole Lotta Love'

    Nothing to pretend...
    'This is just the end'
    Foreign past makes no heaven above...

    Poem Comments

    (1)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    Drivingczar commented on Sixties are Dead

    03-18-2009

    Musical verses! Rock on!

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

    Hayren’s Poems (19)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Farewell Song 1
    Lullaby Song 0
    A Song About You 0
    Angel in Hell 0
    A Girl With a Rose 1
    Unwritten Song 0
    I Said it All 0
    Revolution 0
    Seagull 0
    Lepra (Love is her name) 0
    Online Song 0
    Manifest 1
    Sixties are Dead 1
    Globalization 0
    Farewell March 0
    Fool is the Man 0
    Mister So What 0
    Tired Angel 0
    Anniversary Blues 0