More poems by The Punk Rocker

You're Looking Too (A Beautiful Sound)

I’m Walking Down The Street
Hear The Clapper From My Feet
I’m Wondering Who I’ll Meet
Everything Has It’s Own Beat

I’m Looking To The Stars
I’m Seeing Guys From Mars
I’m Looking For That Sweet Sound
A Beautiful Sound, From The Ground

I’m Washing Of The Dirty Shame
This Is Some Kind Of Corny Game
I Don’t Care About Glory, About Fame
I Can’t Be Bothered Not To Be Lame

I Look Up To The Blue, Calm, Sky
I Ask Myself The Question Why
When I Look Into Your Eyes, I Smile
But When You See Me, You Die

The Melody Of Your Glowing Eyes
Is Flowing Out In The Cold Air, Tonight
The Ropes Around My Body Is Gone
It’s All Finished, It’s All Said, It’s Done

I’m Looking To The Stars
I’m Seeing Guys From Mars
I’m Looking For That Sweet Sound
A Beautiful Sound, From The Ground

The Wonderful Sound Of Your Voice
I Couldn’t Resist You Left Me No Choice
You Can’t Hear Me, There’s Too Much Noise
Loud And Clear, I Can Hear, The Words You Speak

I Give My Love In A Silent Little Whisper
But Your Voice Can Go Through Everything
All The Animals, Every Wall, I Can Hear The Call
Goodnight To You, I’m Looking At The Shining Stars

And I Know That You’re Looking Too

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Poem by The Punk Rocker