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Re: and: the poetry thread
Frankenstein Feat. ABBA (I have a dream)
Frankenstein´s smile He had a dream, about that thing That helped him cope with that certain thing If you see the wonder of his fairy tale You can take the future you can cope the pain I believe in anger And something good in everything I see He said: You have seen the danger And I know when the time is right for me Don´t cross my stream - I´m not a dream I have no dream, I´m no fantasy I help myself through reality And my destination makes it worth the while Floating through the darkness towards another smile I believe in haters And something good in everyone I see I believe in fakers And I know the time is right for me Don´t cross that stream - they wicked dream It´s not a dream, the song we sing That help them cope with the monkey thing If you see the wonder of my real life tale Just think about the future when war walls disappear I believe in angels Something good in everything I see I know you are my angel And the time is right for you and me We cross the stream - in our sweet dream We float and stream - is this a dream
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Re: and: the poetry thread
It´s not entirely my work...
...or maybe it is. Honestly, I don´t know. Behind The Mask He: don´t you ever leave nice colour be at my side and call me brother / She: so you mean you just not bother?/ He: never leave when i´m alone / She: I could never strike your heart home/ He: walk with me if you like it home / She: just don´t you press the pedal home/ He: some people say they cannot figure what is normal what is bigger what is normal is it a bird? a silent creature that cant be heard / She: I guess you thought I was a nerd/ He: stick with me through black and blue you see my colours big and true but if you don´t then you not hue / She: so now ask you : where were you?/ He: a specious light in heavens due / She: have you seen my moonbeam blue?/ He: do you feel the crunch of olive leaves / She: have you seen me on my knees floating on a flood of tears?/ He: do you know this what I need / She: eternal love that heal and feed?/ He: a bit of life a kiss of love show me here what life is above behind the mask is only me a blissful true identity a single face a wonders place and true right to my entity / She: Promise you will never leave me/
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a bit of life a kiss of love in a tiny circle - o Last edited by Andrea; 12-09-2010 at 01:11 PM. |
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Re: and: the poetry thread
he spoke to me again. saying i don't care no more. once a time always a time set back down the road stuck with no where to go. set my job on my feet and dance in my head when im not at work. mixing, attempting to manifest from my head. a strange, strange thing. if you can see it you can make it. if you can hear it, you can make it.
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Re: and: the poetry thread
The Losers Song
The world of silence is the strangest thing the everlasting painful ping to win the game have nothing to be dying for have nothing to aim not a junkie not a boozer it´s an art to be a loser
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Re: and: the poetry thread
i remember riding my bike uptown. waking up some mornings or riding after work. i always went uptown because i never knew it before. it was and still is a different world to me. the houses are old, and the people are something im not used to. i remember being this kid riding this shiny bike through these ghetto neighborhoods during the fall. people would stare at me from their porches like i was absurd. this white boy coming through this neighborhood sightseeing. a part of me felt welcome there, because they always smiled, and i smiled back. normally though, i didnt make eye contact, and i didnt get into trouble that way.
my favorite time to ride was near dusk in the fall. the crisp in the air matched with the orange sky and purple clouds always made me feel like i was floating through the city. sometimes i would ride with music, boards and bibio dominated my outlook. i remember one time, i was by this big house near loudon, and the sun was about to set, and the trees were orange and yellow, and the sky was a firm blue, and this song came on (this happens a lot, but this one moment stands out in particular to me), and i was caught balancing on my bike around the street out in the open by this big old house, looking at the sunset, and it felt like, it felt unspeakable. like everything is alright, like the world is too beautiful to care about you or anything that happens to you. this moment lasted for what seemed endless because the sun would not go down. i left that area and went on to other parts of the city, excited by what i had experienced, but also excited by what else i would find. i usually would start out to coolavin and get sidetracked through other streets, i would ride for 2 hours or more sometimes looking at things. it is beautiful up there, old lexington. one morning that got me hooked. i woke up very early, i don't think i slept too well that night, i was in my apartment at the time. i stood up from my bed on the floor and looked out the window. it was dark outside still, and the city was quiet. the orange was barely coming up over the horizon. i was stuck there looking at it, thinking of lexington and where i was. i decided to get dressed and took my bike down to the street. i started to ride and didn't think about it. i started up rose onto elm, then i took third street when the sky started to light up. i didn't know where to go so i rode to wherever struck my eye. i got lost around the end of martin luther and went west. what i found left me awestruck. these old houses in these old neighborhoods. i remember riding slowly on the streets looking at these 100 year old houses that old money once occupied, in these beautiful neighborhoods laid out like in old times. i remember hearing lexington was once called the athens of the west because of the cultured and affluent people who once lived here. this is where they lived. the beauty of their houses and architecture only raises my imagination more to what kind of people they were. and the place lexington used to be. i entered this world in my head, and saw a glimpse of the lives they once lived. beauty comes in every-form. my rides rarely got me tired. they took me to parts of the city i didn't know existed. i was this explorer of times past. people would stare at me like i was something new, something they never seen before. my regret is that there aren't many people i've shared these times with. almost all my rides were solo. not many people want to ride for hours at a time looking at nothing with no end (i hated planning a schedule for riding, almost all my rides were impromptu). it doesn't bother me though, because we all have a story... |
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Re: and: the poetry thread
I´m in love with the men
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme one million and ten I´m in love with the men pants hot moonbeam vibrations one thousand and ten I´m in love with the men twisting waving wriggling hands one hundred and ten I´m in love with the men ears keep learning in classrooms frequency to understand I´m in love with the men not your sister nor your mother hardly touched a tan´ Love me or hate me twig the wig I´m in love with The Man
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Re: and: the poetry thread
cat-and-mouse game altogether
birds of a feather flock together wanna play house in the altogether? doggone!
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Re: and: the poetry thread
He said we will stay forever, we will always be together
Not the party, broken glasses that scares away the night not even the dance in colours or the candlelight we just learned to love the the rising sun, it´s gentle light it´s gentle light once you feel the vibe deep inside your blood you should know it´s also mine coz I gave you all I had we will never rest a head at the window the fog passed by blue oceans billow birds of a feather flock together and fasten up tighter than ever we weather the storm as we fly trough the world forever eternally and forever once you feel the vibe deep inside your blood you should know it´s also mine coz I gave you all I had
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a bit of life a kiss of love in a tiny circle - o |
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Re: and: the poetry thread
gathering thoughts to the gentle noise of a ventilator in a room where bodies doesn´t hurt just feel a bit uncomfortable
the bird on the roof took the ladder to the top instead of flying any clue why? some say my wealth is the truth and hope is the wealth of the poor but who cares? they say true love is for free anyway and the truth is that I do not hope I just know the rape of David Shrigley the sex with Karl Hyde the taste of white chocolate fingers melting down in the mouth the bird on the roof choose the ladder instead of flying any clue why? he wasn´t even trying
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