La lunático, he is not here,
He is stoned to the bones, somewhere.
He is taking his hazy trips
Round and round the hot "aa chaa" sun
One more shot, and he is off the ground.
"It is fair for me" though
La lunático, he is not here,
He is found floating, somehow.
He is so much lighter than the rest,
Up, up and above, across the cold sea
One more slash, and he be off for ever.
"It is fair for me" though
La lunático, he is no more here,
He is on the sacrificial grounds, somewhere.
He is hurried off to another world.
Promised land of 70 lovers and honey streams
One more lash, and he be off the hook for eternity.
"It is fair for me" though
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Miracles
Let there be light and Fire
Angles and demons.
Let there be moons and suns
Stars and spaces.
Let there be day and night
Hot and cold.
Let there be earth and sky
Water and stones.
Let there be man and crimes
Heaven and hell.
Let there be pleasure and guilt
Wrong and right.
Let there be Moses and Mohamed
David and Solomon.
Let there be love and hate
Miracles and magic.
Let there be peace and war
Dove and swords.
Let there be everything else
Just let me be
Angles and demons.
Let there be moons and suns
Stars and spaces.
Let there be day and night
Hot and cold.
Let there be earth and sky
Water and stones.
Let there be man and crimes
Heaven and hell.
Let there be pleasure and guilt
Wrong and right.
Let there be Moses and Mohamed
David and Solomon.
Let there be love and hate
Miracles and magic.
Let there be peace and war
Dove and swords.
Let there be everything else
Just let me be
Hello, Hello
I am sitting in a quite corner
Completely enclosed in my own thoughts,
Dark secrets that I burden myself with
So weary of all things around me and you
So weary of the facts that age all around us
I am sitting here for a reason,
That I do not know or can share
Waiting for the voices from the one I no see
Who says I am aware of all things around me
Who says, that I have to wait more and more
I was shocked to hear, noting out of nothing
Completely enclosed in my own thoughts,
Dark secrets that I burden myself with
So weary of all things around me and you
So weary of the facts that age all around us
I am sitting here for a reason,
That I do not know or can share
Waiting for the voices from the one I no see
Who says I am aware of all things around me
Who says, that I have to wait more and more
I was shocked to hear, noting out of nothing
Friday, April 13, 2007
A Fleeting moment
We never seem to have the bits and pieces to keep us happy, and strangely enough we think all others have what we don’t have to make us happy.
"Happiness is measured with a personal scale, and is a passing moment." pink April 12th 2007
Do you really need?
A steel monument for me, and a concrete high-rise garden
Streams of endless channels to choose from
A Bluetooth device in my hand, and a fast titanium car
Streams of endless cafes to choose from
A Brand name around my neck, and a mega pixel vision
Streets of endless peroxide hairdo to choose from
Do you really need?
"Happiness is measured with a personal scale, and is a passing moment." pink April 12th 2007
Do you really need?
A steel monument for me, and a concrete high-rise garden
Streams of endless channels to choose from
A Bluetooth device in my hand, and a fast titanium car
Streams of endless cafes to choose from
A Brand name around my neck, and a mega pixel vision
Streets of endless peroxide hairdo to choose from
Do you really need?
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