Nathan Strange

Rookie (14.1.83 / Luton / Dunstable)

Nathan Strange Poems

1. Nostalgia 11/23/2006
2. To The Paranoid Boyfriend 11/23/2006
3. Remember Your Broken Dreams? 11/25/2006
4. New Years Resolution 1/2/2007
5. The Barroom Philosopher 1/6/2007
6. One 1/6/2007
7. News Flash 1/6/2007
8. Summer Time 1/10/2007
9. One Moment 1/12/2007
10. Suffering From The Loss Of A Hat 1/12/2007
11. That Little Girls Eyes 11/26/2006
12. The Flickering Stars Shall Lead The Way... 12/9/2006
13. Letting Go 1/28/2007
14. Different 1/28/2007
15. Bravado Vs Wisdom 2/20/2007
16. The Devil At Large 2/20/2007
17. Spring Time 2/20/2007
18. The Spirit Of Youth 11/20/2006
19. Brain Frozen 11/23/2006
20. The Pain Inside 11/23/2006
21. Pride 12/18/2006
22. We Can Be Together 1/30/2007
23. The Melodious Cry Of The Human Soul 11/26/2006
24. As The Night Wore On… 12/11/2006
25. The Poor Girl Named Fanny 11/23/2006
26. Alone In The World 11/25/2006
27. The Quick And The Dead 2/20/2007
28. Waiting And Waiting 11/23/2006
29. Lost Soul 11/23/2006
30. Some Kind Of Soul 11/20/2006
31. I’m Not That Little Boy Anymore 12/18/2006
32. Misfit 11/23/2006
33. Suicide 1/2/2007
34. I'M Young, What Do I Know? 2/12/2007
35. My Heart's Always Changing 11/25/2006
36. He Shagged Fatty Patty 11/20/2006
37. It Doesn’t Really Matter 11/20/2006
38. Writers Block 1/28/2007
39. Silver Spoon 11/20/2006
40. The Hairy Woman 2/1/2007

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Money Money Money

But which came first?
Money or man?
Yes man!
And now money rules man, doesn’t that tell you something?
Money isn’t natural.
Money is worthless in the eyes of nature yet money rules the world.
Money is the God that man worships.
Money is metal, paper and numbers.
Money is what we spend all our lives working for.
Money is what we spend all our lives spending.
Money is what keeps us going.
Money is what keeps us down.
Money is power and greed.
Capitalism is the new religion and
God has been sold out for the pound.

Money is what makes ...

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Waiting And Waiting

It’s like I can see the door now, I just want to beat it down,
I wanna kick it in! But it won't open.
Then I cry because I'm in despair, I'm lost.
Then everything is calm and tranquil for a while.
The storm is over and a higher force picks me up.
I float for a little bit.
I float until the gale force picks up again,
It slows me down when that damn storm starts again.
I'm just waiting and waiting and I don't know what for...

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