Seeking opposites

Those seeking dark places grow brilliantly bright;
Those seeking the brightness, will never find light.

Rock & Roll

Just take them old records down off of the shelf.
I'll be sitting and listening all by myself.
Today's type of music just hasn't the soul,
So go on and say it, "Man, you're getting old!"

So call me old-fashioned, whatever you will.
And say that I'm ancient and over the hill.
Today's type of music ain't got the same soul,
So play me that old school, they rock and they roll!

I guess the spirit grabbed and moved ya,
Occupied and overthrew ya.
'Cause you don't care for music, do ya?
But heard you singing:  hallelujah!

Lament for Vendetta

Do you remember the fifth of November:
The gunpowder treasonous plot?
The harvesting season that witnessed the scheming,
The powder that failed to be shot.
And then did defame him, and draw, quarter, hang him:
The sentence that mercy forgot.
On the fifth we remember, the callous dissenter,
That failed in his villainous plot.

How to Save a Life

Had I known to save a life,
I would've stayed with you all night.
Kept vigil 'til the morning light,
To keep away what brings such fright.

The dark does march in step with strife.
Its soldiers march for you tonight.
But don't lose heart, 'cause we just might
Know what it takes to save a life.

When I'm Gone (Autumn remix)

When I'm long, and when I'm gone,
And when my last breath has been drawn,
You'll find some comfort in this song:
'Cause you're gon' miss me when I'm gone.

I can't relate, 'cause how I hate
To circum-navi-ambulate.
So take your ticket long way 'round,
And bore me not with sight and sound.

And take your whiskey bottle two,
and go on gaping at the view.

I'm never saying nothing new,

And autumn leaves have vibrant hue.

But you're gon' miss me by my head.

Yeah, you're gon' miss me when I'm dead.

Right now I know you do not care.

But you're gon' miss when I'm not there.

The scenic roads got mountain, rivers.

Sights to surely make you shiver.

And these are facts I can't deny,

But still I let them pass on by.

Why would we take the long way 'round,
When open path direct?
The sights and sounds abound, abound
And earn my due neglect.
You're awed, inspired while I grow tired.
'Cause me?  I'm not impressed.

So build the funerary pyre,
And light it with respect.

But when the awesome trees are bare,

And sights aren't worthy of your stare,

And winter snows are so much glare--

You're gon' look if I'm still there.

'Cause when I'm long, and when I'm gone,
And when my last breath has been drawn,
There'll be some echo of this song.
Yeah, you're gon' miss me when I'm gone.

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Been a long time since I picked up the pen (err keyboard?) actually I have a buncha stuff in an incomplete state that I never sat down to finish so consider this one one off my queue, a poetry remix of  When I'm Gone

Ronin

Without a key, the gate won't open.
Master-less, the swordsman ronin.
Too stubborn to renounce the sword,
Ronin:  he, without a lord.