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In teory
There exist
Many things
All have been
Approven
All seen
And thought
Extincted
Less
Or full
That does not
Posses
Something
Truly
Unexpected
As an
Arrow
Through your
Spine
As a greed
For daily
Wine
Never trust
In hobbit
As it ends
The ways
To choose
Delight
Of being
Here
Vanish
Never being born
Fairies overburn
With no chance
To light
End will
Never come
Shaking
Hands with
Sanity ..
Laugh and roll
Brake and burn
Bathing in
The Fire
Here will be
No meaning
Still
I am full
With lust
To take
What shall
Remain
Plague of emtyfied human
Master ...
Overseer of twelve moons
I want to obey
You
From my deepest thoughts
I want to be
One with you
Why I crawl
Beneath my soil
Why I sit in
Chair of my belief
When you must
Be there
Is reality
So damn
Blight
And I have no master
Of my own..
Crossed with human body
And
Blank mind
I am nothing
Because my sense
Of order and chaos
Is lying fake
Enlight me
Or I will freeze
In my emptynes..
Theatre
Dreamer god .
It feels like it
You touch
But it perils
You see
But it is only dust
You feel
But those were only memories
Great big white world
Is seen
Out of shades
You worn
Stars change
Their positions/sides
You change
Only the title
There is me and there is we
When dawn comes
Sun leaves only
A damn dream
You breath
Why?
You smoke
How?
You walk
Where?
You smile
Are you dumb?
It's a great big white
Woid
Can you bear
What you had
Become?
Yea
You can..
Now and later
It is the same
Drug
You take
Mindly things
Where have you gone?
All dreams come to end!
From ashes
Sun is rising
Dreams have been slept..
Time to awake
And feel
The life as it is
Outside our
Minds ..
But just for now
Sit back
On the edge of valley
Enjoy spring
As it marches on
While you can ...
There are things that
Already wait for you
Watch the spring closely
Its creations bear in heart
When the shadow of industrial human
Reaches you it will
Be easyier to take it
And maybe you even learn
How to create
When shadow tortures you
With it's own
Evolutionary distortion
........
Punch..
When stone reaches glass...
Sound is made..
That makes all living things to tremble..
When man reaches stone..
The new headline is born in newspapers..
When man reaches man..
Society explode..
Without any doubt
They are fighting
Pitching
For their rights
Leaving
Nothing
To flurish ...
Nothing
To be valued
They are raged
They have hard feelings
Anger is astonishing
And that is
The real view
There is no future
Only spining of the wheel
On the same spot
In the same situations
Endless
Shameless
Cold hearted
They are heroes
Leaders
Phrophets
But smell
Of living dead
Is coming from them
Instead
So how could
I call them
My brothers
No
....
I may be shuned
Expelled
From their rows
No matter
I will have
Peace in my heart
Even in cold
Sitting on edge of street
Without no plans
With all hopes
Broken
But free
And that is
The inspiration
I need
To live
With the sound of sixties
In my head
Working class hero
Is something to be
Indeed
Ha ha ha ..
Ich liebe Radio
Freedomless haoss
Were every..
Every little soul
Be it with two , four
Legs , minds , smiles
Touching ,poking
Scars
Just to grow
A star
Leaves trails
On road to Greater Good
Sands turns they back's
To great some
Soul...
To leave a space
For some
Who whish to hide
Fill the thirst
For the glade of moon
Just to shine
Outside of screen
Filled with flies
Jumping ,hoping ,choking
Jump jump tree of tea
Sit there brother
Enjoy sun burns
On your neck
Take a leaf
In your hands
But before comes
The dust
bla bla bla
Free boredom
Come on people
Complete with pair of boots
And a pick
To take down a chunk of Sun
Here ,today
Every little pest
Will come
And feast on flesh
Yours or mine
Just for fun.
Edited by Ektufall, 12 May 2008 - 00:15.
