Biography of Sam Price
My Sam Price, I live in London and I have Asperger's Syndrome, (a form of autism) .
Sam Price's Works:
I have had a poem published in an anthology of poems called 'A Sporting Chance'. I donated several poems free of charge, as the proceeds of the book go to charity, and a poem titled 'Ironic Dreams' was chosen.
Sam Price Poems
Most people find beauty in looks, But I find beauty from the written words in books. I find beauty in the sun set and sun rise. I find beauty in three small dog's eyes.
I Always Cry At Weddings, Never Funerals...
The wedding ring, Is a remarkable. Weddings come and divorces go, But the price of gold never goes low.
War is peace, Let the truce begin. Open mouths, talk rubbish at will, Fin.
I'M Obviously A Better Person Than You
You’re different; your hair is red, I don’t see the point of you getting out of bed. I’m blonde through and thru, So I’m obviously a better person than you.
It Goes On And On
You have the right to remain silent, I have the right to talk. You have the right to remain still, I have the right to walk.
4 U I'd climb the biggest mountain, 4 U I'd swim the deepest sea. 4 U I'd pick the prettiest flower, 4 U I'd chop the tallest tree.
The Wrong Side Of The Bed
I woke up on the wrongside of the bed; And found my floor covered with lead. Which makes me fear to tread, On my floor.
From hell with love, I send to those above. I lie here next to my soul. Down here where control,
Is Your Name On The List?
I'm dead, I'm six foot under. Which is strange as I'm six foot tall, Damn, I wish I was six years younger.
It's True, I'M A Liar
Nobody knows the real me. I’m a false person, With a false body and face. With false eyes.
Lateness, I hate this. Standing around, With hardly any sound.
The Man In The Iron Mask
The man in the iron mask, Has only one thing to ask. That you stop all the self-pity; And end all the falsity.
I’m a genetic accident, I’m completely in a mess. Till now its been a secret, But it’s time that I confess.
What God Said To Me
If you had wings, Where would you fly? If you had nine eyes,
A Seabed In The Sky
Night slips in without a whisper, murmur or call,
And I find that I’m all
And with the breaking of the blue into the vivid dawn.
Half a day away,
I find myself too breathless to say.
My thoughts, my motions,
Turn the cogs to my emotions.
Clouds, a ripperling sea bed above,