Poetry From The Heart: Song Lyrics

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These Big City Blues

Now maybe, you’re from the country;
Maybe from a city, somewhere far.
Now maybe, you’re from the country;
Maybe from a city, somewhere far.
Your job brought you to this city,
And you find yourself, just where you are.

Maybe at first, you kind a liked the feeling;

So you tried real hard, just to fit in.
Maybe at first, you kind a liked the feeling;
So you tried real hard, just to fit in.
But things went wrong and hit the ceiling,
And now you’re upset, with the way things have been

These Big City Blues:

To win, you got a lose.
These Big City Blues:
To win, you got a lose.
You know, there aint no excuse;
Its something you choose…these Big City Blues

All that glitters, we know isn’t gold

And all that’s cool, isn’t always right.
All that glitters, we know isn’t gold
And all that’s cool, isn’t always right.
What you get, isn’t what you were told:
Maybe, you’re just seeing it in a different light.

There’s traffic woes, and lots of bad driving,

And there are places, not safe to go.
Now there’s traffic woes, and lots of real bad driving,
And there are places, not safe to go.
But aside from, all this crazy striving,
If you care to stick on, there’s surely a lot more.

These Big City Blues:

To win, you got a lose.
These Big City Blues:
To win, you got a lose.
You know, there aint no excuse;
Its something you choose…these Big City Blues

Eric A Trott

12^th March 2014

The feeling of love

I know the feeling of love:

Can pick you up from the dump somehow;
And put you up high on a mountain;
It’ll make you flow like a beautiful fountain:
I need that feeling of love,
To pick me up from this dump right now,
To put me back high on that mountain,
And make me flow like a rushing fountain:

The feeling of love. (2)

I thought we had it all figured out,
The feeling seemed so right:
I didn’t know, I did not doubt
It seems I just lost sight:
And then it all came crashing down
When you walked out the door;
There’s no one else who can turn me around
So I keep walking the floor.

I miss the feeling of love:

The feeling of love. (2)

Why don’t you come back home, back to me;
I’m sure we both can use some company:
We’ve got the blue sky up above
And we can both enjoy the feeling of love.

I know the feeling of love:

Eric Anthony Trott

26^th August 2015

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What Poetry means to me

Whenever in life I am confronted with situations that overwhelm me and I find myself at a loss for words to adequately express my thoughts and emotions, I look deep within and it seems my soul starts to speak in a language of its own: a language of verse and rhyme that articulates my feelings beyond what I might have expressed by conscious effort. I imagine that poetry, like any form of art, is a communication of the soul and between souls. Someone once said, “A picture paints a thousand words.” Well, if that is true, then I guess a heartfelt poem can express what ten thousand words can, in just a hundred.

As a young man, I had great dreams of the future. Having already seen so much go horribly wrong with me and all around, I thought dreaming of better things was the way to make life better. But there was always the fear of what ill might suddenly happen. This fear was like a dark shadow that followed me wherever I went.

Now, looking back at the dreams I once had for my life, I realize that many of them never saw the light of day because I did not have a real hope on which to build them. I had very little to hope in and no one to even encourage me to hope. So, whenever I dreamed of good things, the dark lurking shadow was also there.

Opinions

In the current time and age, we are from all directions bombarded constantly with all kinds of ideas, ideologies and notions. Every person seems to have something to say about something or someone and is trying to make their voice heard above the noise. There are some who can shout louder than the rest and some who don’t stand a chance.

Whether politicians, religious leaders or social-activists, entrepreneurs or real-estate salespersons or someone you meet on the train, they all have a view and want you to hear it. What they have to say can be often hostile, unfriendly or plain intrusive to say the least. And even if not directed at us, we can at times find ourselves in the crossfire of opinions by virtue of our own personal stands or views.

Just thinking about this can be overwhelming. I wonder, should I too say something? If I do, will it only contribute to the already cacophonous commotion? Will I even be heard above it? Or, should I stay quiet instead and pray that wisdom will ultimately prevail, and that harmony and sanity will one day return to the world we live in?

More than meets the eye

There is truly more to life than meets the eye: You look around you and there is such a lot to experience and to observe that even a million lifetimes could not take it all in. And behind all that, is so much that the casual eye does not or cannot see, like what entails a day’s work for those countless people who make our lives comfortable: What are the stories, the joys and the sorrows of these unseen but so important souls? And how much do we take for granted all that we ought to be so grateful for?

Poetry From The Heart

Blessed indeed are those whose purpose in life inspires others to pursue theirs.

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