[Hello]

Hello All! I have written over a thousand poems/lyrics...

I Can write a Hallmark. for anyone's, special people in their lives, in moments after a few quick questions, that brings tears to the eye.

Question Is, what do I do with it All???

Need lyrics, any subject? Let me know!

And kudos to everyone here, willing to bare their souls...

My name Is Tom... Hello!

 

[Hello From Me!]

Hi Sophie!

My name is Tom. I can write lyrics for pretty much any topic, situation, or thing, (like a tree for example.) If you are looking to collaborate, show me what you need. I'm not to good at scooting around here, (songstuff,) but I have written over 300 sets of lyrics, and or poems, and I would gladly help you complete any concept you are working on.

Once again, welcome!Email me

[Hello From Me!]

Hi, I'm Sophie Merlo, and I'm UK based. I'm a musician and am totally sax mad (I play the alto sax). I also play a bit of piano and keyboard but I'm not as accomplished at it.

I've started to compose music (for various instruments) and write lyrics, and I just posted one of my latest songs in the lyrics section here. I've called it 'Lonely Life' and it's a melancholy ballad, so please take a look and critique it. I have a matching tune in my mind when the lyrics are finalised. I also have some other music without completed lyrics, and lyrics without completed music, and hey even lyrics with music that I may post on this forum if you lot are nice enough to me and are, of course, interested ...

[Hello]

Not sure... I just write. I'd like to collaborate with composers. I play the drums, and some guitar, I hear the melodies, rythms, and tones, when I write, but I can't transfer them into physical music. I can hum it. I can whistle it. But I don't have any theory, and I can't write, on paper, music. So that's about it.

Tom

[Hello]

God bless your children IRON MAN man man man man.... And look over the little dears. You're a sick man. Cursed, as it were, with prose! I KNOW! I know this first hand! I have been forced to live in a cave because of my infliction. Yoo will be shunned by society, and cast into hell upon death, where you already exist anyway! There is no cure, and the only relief? Is to write more! Eventually the parasitic nature of prose will invade your every moment, and consume you! Lyric won't cover you, it will smother you! Then chew you up but good!!! You're a marked MAN IRON. A martyr for the cause. It is your doom... I have lived this curse since 1978. It's a slow, arduos death. But actually quite pleasant. As I was just telling the bear sharing my cave, I said... SLAP! Oops, sorry...

Nice to meet you IM. I think I know the site you refferred to. There was actual poetry on it right? Not:

My girl is nice

sweet and stuff

I like her a lot

and thats no bluff

Blah, blah, blah

(Shit. what rymes with blah? Hmmmmmmmm.)

I have over 300??? poems and lyrics I don't know what to do with. 10% of them are worthy of at least critique! (The rest are mine! They're mine I tell you!) Being around the writers on the NET as much as you have, are there some respectable sites you are aware of, where I can take this stuff? I'm still not sure how to negotiate sites (this one in particular,) very well, (it's the cave thing. Okay, maybe the generational age thing!) But I have a lot of good stuff to share, and as critical as I am to my own writings, I am waay too kind to others. I would like to find a site that improves my writing. That doesn't throw around "happy face" kudo's to the sublime. Are you aware of such places?

I don't know what I've put on here, but you're welcome to go check it out.

A pleasure to meet you! I too, have a sick sense of humor, a warped sense of humor, a fun sense of humor, a few undiagnosed humors, and I've had to have a few humors surgically removed. (I'm in remmision now though. I'M OKAY! I'm okay.)

TW

[Battle Of The Seasons]

The battle of seasons

Winters quandary, nagging at spring

Who knew the fury, springs snubs could bring

Not the wing, nor the bough

For these would shake snap and sting

When winter was rebuffed by spring

Spring who loved summer, but winter not

And spring had no idea the fury he’d bring

Had she only known

How subtle her let down of poor winter would be

But she didn’t

And he came with a madness

Freezing rain on everything!

Howling through the night

With a chill none could flee

He fiercely took out house, bough and tree

And covered in ice everything

In his maniacal spree

Then did the fury of his winds blow

To add to the misery

Now laughing and lost in his madness

He let go three feet of snow

On the already besotted below

Till spring ran up and courted his mind

Then he settled as if from a dream

And cried, what have I done,

What tempest has come?

None but your own, my frosty king, said spring

But give me a chance and I’ll right these wrongs

You mindlessly unleashed, for that is my job

That’s why they call me spring

His countenance softened, that’s why I love you so

Cannot you love me?

Oh but I do!

For without you I cannot be

And the earth rejoice in what’s next to be

Without you we surely would perish

In absolute apathy

How would the birds know when to breed?

How would the flowers know when to seed?

Winter sat back and thought about that

Spring, he said, my dearest daughter

It’s your turn to go and start the flowers

And she did as she always has

While winter slept, as it should be

As it always has been

And always will be

Now bursting forth she gleefully runs

Straight towards her Mother

The summer sun!

Fostering buds and nests throughout her long day

Running throughout new creations along the way

Subtly different from her ancestors, though still all the same

Watering the reeds, greeting new flowers in bloom

While the birds sang sensuous tunes

It’s their time too!

Unfettered she flies, free and generous

She wakens the skies, with their bountiful rains

Who drops Earths blood gently on the plains

She happily looks back at all she’s done

Her job now complete, the berthing now done

Summer glides near, and they embrace as one

Oh Mother I’ve missed you, I knew you would come!

My daughter I’m so proud of the lives you’ve now sprung!

I’ll take them from here and nourish with love

All the new life, the new little ones

Now go to your rest, don’t wake Father my dear

You know how he gets when his time comes near!

So gently spring seeped into Mother Earth

To rest ‘till her next time, her time for new birth

So summer did settle as Grand Mothers do

And watched from afar as the children all grew

She watched all their triumphs, their struggles to learn

She sometimes got stormy, tumultuous and stern

But bathed them with the love, only Grandmothers know

Embraced and delighted them with her radiant glow

From adolescence through adulthood

Beneath her life flowed

She basked in the glory as she watched all unfold

From pup down to fern, all things she fed

And she watched them grow up

Their lives tied as one

The harmonies’ which together they led

“Till she finally wearied the cycle now done

Autumn came gently, to tell her he’d come

Summer knew birth and death were both one

So sadly and painfully she had to succumb

Autumn said “Mother, you know this must be”

She took one last look, at the elders below

With a sigh in her heart, she knew she must go

Now autumns’ turn to do what was best

To weed out the old and lay them to rest

With fresh new clean air his countenance flowed

The animals gathered, while the trees all glowed

With vibrant brisk days and crispy cool nights

The creatures relented, to his strong gentle might

The animals fattened, the flowers lay down

Beautiful foliage gave mountains their crowns

The elders gave way knowing their time had come

And they would be ancestors to the new little ones

Slowly but firmly autumn did work

Giving fair warning of things yet to come

Alerting the flowers the bees’ and the shrub

They knew he meant business and what must be done

So nestled down snuggly they anxiously wait

For the one they new coming could be fiercely grave

Then one day a chill from the north did appear

And went on a rampage, autumn gravely did fear

So winter did come and pelted the trees

And stripped them all bare, down to every last leaf

He frosted the ground to keep them all there

Then covered them beautifully with deep clear white snow

Looking over his shoulder, because he knew spring would know

And soon she’d awaken and come with that glow

And then they would battle from his envy and love

Since the dawn of time, the law laid down

From the great mystery above…

[New Me]

Hello. My name is Tom and I'm from Manchester, NH, USA. (Don't blame me, I was born here!) Just clowning, I'm simply a guest on Earth like everyone else.

I have been involved in music since I started playing the drums in 1976. I have been writing lyric and poetry since around then as well. I don't know how many I've written... probably upwards of 300 to 400. I probably have held on to about 200. (I don't count them!) Most of them I'm suddenly driven, (or channeled,) to write... "Lullaby" came to me strongly in this way. I wrote "the Tree Song" (in about ten minutes,) on a paper bag out of some sudden inspiration. I don't believe inspiration comes from our minds. In fact it seems to come best when we quiet our minds. After all, how can one "create" something the mind has no prior knowledge about? Where does insane (out of the norm,) theory come from? "We are not the center of the universe? That's crazy talk!" I might write two in one day, 5 in one week, or none for 4 weeks... I never know. But if given a topic, I can usually write one in one day, sometimes in minutes.

When I write it just flows out, from somewhere. I have no clue from whence it comes, but I'm grateful it does. It can be quite rewarding, internally, whether shared or not.

I am 51 years old, and have recently been through hell, with an insane illness. I lost everything I thought mattered, but gained enlightenment, (to some degree I hope,) as a result. I am very spiritual, but totally against religion. If I had to, I'd say the Native Americans were closest to the truth, but even they limit the Creator, Spirit, God, the purpose, intent, love, joy, peace, GLUE, that created all that is, and isn't (the space for it to exist,) which is a part of me,(my spirit,) and I a part of it. Meditation confirms this powerfully for me. (Enough said.)

I hope this place is substantial, and I can make some solid connections, in the form of friends here...

We'll see.

Tom

PS I wrote this this morning... I'm not a "dark" person, in fact I'm quite content, but it doesn't always come out that way...

Existential arrogance

All the difference much the same

Mine beats yours a crazy game

A microcosm who’s right who’s wrong

Born that way or in a chosen song

If you take part you better go along

Take down the weak now

And curse the strong!

Arrogant circles where you must cram

Follow the leader and slay the lamb

Insanely chanting he’s our man

But the leaders done now out on the lam

Blind senseless followers now in command

Lost righteous defenders of the plan

Aimless goals

Aimless demands!

Chorus:

Existential arrogance a human flaw

The need for comfort need to belong

The world explodes now from your violent caw

It won’t be long ‘till we’re all gone

The children cry as we roll on

The babies cry as we roll on

The mothers die as we roll on

We lost our sight when we rolled on

There’s only madness to this song

Only madness to this song

You don’t fit here unless you show

Programmed philosophies in the know

Now play your part take the rest all down

Weed out the sorry for God and man

We’re the puppeteers and you’re the clown

The stink of righteousness brings the whole world down

Can be no dark in this white lit town

The fear of difference just goes round and round

(Chorus)

Gangs’ religion politics

It’s all the same now, make sure you fit

Christian, Muslim, KKK or any click

Grab up the sword become part if it

Pledge to your country

Pledge to your shtick

You simply must belong

No need believing it

(Chorus)

So few fit here in this mold we made

Look at the sick, see the depraved

We’re on a mission we dig the graves

God’s thunder falling, His blessing gave

A power to us and so we rant and rave

Forced morality by our measuring stick

Our way the only way

That’s all there is to it!

(Chorus)