Victory Song

Victory Song

A Poem by Miles

When you came back home
After a hundred hour drive
And noises of the concert
Are still ringing in your ear

It's still very dark
And you have to hug your aunt
You don't know her very well
But you don't really care

'Cause you made it
And now you can sit down
Your legs were nearly broken
And you forgot the town

Delirium

Spacial delirium
Post-haste red serum
I see the window's blinds
And the arrows in their hinds

A dark man beside me
And his name is Timbuktu
Roast an eagle with me, friend
It's time to fill with smirk and dread

I have a story to tell
Of a mountain in a shell
A nutshell, or a seashell
I can't remember

But, I do know
That there were lots of people
Shaking hands and smelling sands
But I didn't know

Who they were
Or what they did
But not to me
As you can see

Sipping tea on the borderline
Basking air and Freddy's mine
If only I could
Rip an arm off a bear
I'd swear!
And wrap it for you

But from that mine
I stole a dime
And a soccer ball
With spotted holes

Still I bounce it
And I'll know it
As the one
From the FIFA Cup
Where my country lost
The one with three colors
The black then gold then red

'Twas Spain!
That locked it away
And made a proud land cry

But I atleast I still got Norway
A country barely hear-say
But still I love it
For the language is like chocolate
So smooth and divine

'Cept the mountains
The pretty ice-capped mountains
Far away and in despair
I upped my chest and faced the air
And my nostrils froze

I do believe Slim Shady's there
Også, I'll make sure to bring my mic
And of the Beatles' Mr. Kite
For fear he might strike
And leave me there to die

I returned
Giant eagles had me in their claws
When they dropped me off
At Gandalf's house

And I was lost and strung-out
And I seemed to have a burning desire
For coal
But he didn't know

But it doesn't really matter
'Cause nothing really matters
Where you're left all alone

But I came back
From a mountain far away
A truth they say
May be muddled in garlic

But I will say
I put it only
In my macoroni
So it tastes a little different

...So very different
But it's only hear-say

© 2011 Miles


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Miles
Miles

Darmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, Germany



About
I'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..

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A Poem by Miles