Sunday, March 29, 2020

damned are the ones(Arnold Melleby, 03.29.2020)

answering yes
to all the wrong questions
and no to all the right ones
what else is there to say

the key let me in
the lies kept me out
from what I thought
would be the right turn
for all parties involved

damned are the ones
who you made follow
damned are the ones
that you left behind

will we ever
have to look over our shoulders again
will we ever
have to feel bad about anything ever again
will we ever

there`s a bay
in my morning view
looking at me
as I open my eyes
and leave the night
baby

damned are the ones
who you made follow
damned are the ones
that you left behind

answering yes
to all the wrong questions
and no to all the right ones
what else is there to say

the key let me in
the lies kept me out
from what I thought
would be the right turn
for all parties involved

damned are the ones
who you made follow
damned are the ones
that you left behind

damned are the ones
who you made follow
damned are the ones
that you left behind










Saturday, March 28, 2020

a world on hold(Arnold Melleby, 03.28.2020)

a lonely jog
along the oceanside
not far from where I live
made me see and feel
what the seagulls
always have put on their display
too clever
to be wrong
life moves on
no matter what

this is what it`s like
to look evil in the eyes
this is what it`s like
being in the eye of the storm
for each and every one
this is what it`s like
to ride out a wave
over the deep, dark blue

a world on hold

a strange distance
rule the days
because it has to
a strange feeling
rule the nights
because it has to
when this plane
eventually comes in to land
we`ll all be gone
won`t we

a world on hold

when all of this is over
will you still hold my hand
like you used to
when all this is over
will you still giggle
at my funny remarks
to anything that`s serious
to make it delirious
just for you

a world on hold

well, you`ve stood in the crowd
for a while now
watching your show
as it unfolds
in front of the eyes
of everyone
only time will tell
if they`ll be back
pay the ticket
to come see you again

a world on hold



Friday, March 20, 2020

southern rain(Arnold Melleby, 03.20.2020)

I dig deep
I bully my way
just to get to
where I have no idea
only a wish
to come clean
as dirty as the road there
may be

I`ve seen a few faces
more than most
but as most on my way
they`ve never seen me

southern rain
southern rain
it`s here
then
all of a sudden
it`s gone

the voice of an angel
the voice of a soul
that never saw the demand
that never ever wanted
anything in return
is where I happened to find
you

southern rain
southern rain
it`s here
then
all of a sudden
it`s gone

southern rain
southern rain
it`s here
then
all of a sudden
it`s gone

I have a will
and there`s a way
and if there`s justice
I will prevail
rules
there are none
see the right light
and you have won


southern rain
southern rain
it`s here
then
all of a sudden
it`s gone

southern rain
southern rain
it`s here
then
all of a sudden
it`s gone

southern rain










Saturday, March 7, 2020

grail(Arnold Melleby, 03.07.2020)

as holy as they come
as ungrateful as they leave
I can tell from the anger in the eyes
they were not to pleased
with me

I know you`re looking
but I can`t see you
I know you`re trying
to touch me
but I can`t feel you
any more
or any less
then I ever did
before

confusion
in the words right meaning
rule the air
and I can`t seem
to be able
to catch a fresh
breath of air

please
send me some love
some love that`ll last
please, please
give me wings
that`ll get me
off the ground
this time

some things work
and some things don`t
that`s the nature of things
around here
not uncommon knowledge
for the ones that open their eyes
every once in a while

I know you`re looking
but I can`t see you
I know you`re trying
to touch me
but I can`t feel you
any more
or any less
then I ever did
before

I know you`re looking
but I can`t see you
I know you`re trying
to touch me
but I can`t feel you
any more
or any less
then I ever did
before









Sunday, March 1, 2020

slave to none(Arnold Melleby, 03.01.2020)

I can smell the poetry
long before
a single word is spoken

when you remember everything
you do have a problem
when you remember some
you`ll be fine

a thousand hearts on fire
at the end of
the cul de sac of life
won`t change a thing
I`m a slave to none

I can hear the quiet
before
the storm sets in

as you enter the ultimate organic fields
as you trespass every letter of privacy
dirty feet criss-crossing the aura
on an unsuspecting
peaceful soul

a thousand hearts on fire
at the end of
the cul de sac of life
won`t change a thing
I`m a slave to none

a thousand hearts on fire
at the end of
the cul de sac of life
won`t change a thing
I`m a slave to none

I`m a slave to none