They walk the walk and talk the talk
Walking the plains of desert lands
Roaming the dark and grey expanse
They talk the talk and walk the walk
.
Ever wandering in circles
Again and again, round and round
Oh, following an endless trail
Those three strange men in the desert.
.
Footsteps in sand, shadows in dust
They dream greatness but one day must,
For time away, old age come, rust.
.
Their journey is long, dangerous
But time is rare, even precious
And they cannot stray from their course.
In these locks
.
Not before did I understand,
In all those songs and all my reads,
The true value of these long strands,
The real beauty of those thin threads.
.
Her hair was long and cascading
Of warm bronze colour, calm beauty,
Oh, all these years – how many? –
Took it to grow to this dreaming?
.
If I could touch, if I could feel,
If in these soft locks I could pass
My fingers and, oh so gently…
If, just for a second, I dared…
.
♪
What a feeeeeeeeeling,
bein’s beliiiiiiieeeeeeeevin’
I can’t haaave it aaall,
now I’m daaancin’ for my liiiiiiiiiife
Take your paaassion,
and make it haaappeeen
Pictures come aliiive,
you can dance
right through your liiiiiiiiiife.
♫
Deep in the ocean, at the bottom of the sea,
Where no man’s ever walked and it’s too dark to see
Lives an ancient being of colors never seen
Swimming in ocean deeps which we can only ween.
*
This story took place, be told my deary,
By a night like this, cold and dreary.
Came a strange fellow, old and weary,
On a steed of stone, mold mystery,
He offered riches, golden jewelry,
To those who would dare, bold and fiery,
Bear an ancient curse, ten fold eery,
Then, vanishing in the wold, leery.
You
You. So bright and breathtaking, so beautiful and shimmering.
The sun of my nights, the moon of my days.
The one which I seek, the one I want to please.
Oh so happy am I with you, nothing else I desire.
Your bright warm smile and shining eyes,
Your soft hair of flowers, a musk to remember,
Frames the face of an angel from heaven come
And pushes away the nightmares that, from hell, rose.
Whatever I do, whatever I say, wherever I go
No matter what may come towards my way
Nothing can drive away the honey in my heart
My body, my mind, my soul are forever yours.
You are perfect, you are flawed, you are strong and yet fragile
You are near, you are far, you are here, you are not
You make may heart beat away all the seconds of my life
You make me love you always more, passion burning to my core.
And you make me want to drop it all, to love and fly away,
And… you… And you… I…
Morte.
*
Running and living,
Stopping and dying,
There is no fighting.
.
No one trenscends
We can only flee,
Run far away,
As far as possible.
.
No one ascends
No matter how fast,
Run far away,
He* always catches up.
.
An iron grip,
Never letting go,
Fingers so cold
It rips even your soul.
.
Faster, farther,
It’s the only way
Longer, harder,
To live. Running always.
.
Running and living,
Stopping and dying,
There is no fighting.
Yup. A jolly story is it not?
*Of course. Who doesn’t know Death is a he?
A police officer, a spaceman singer
And a dark professor all walk through a door.
Each with a smiling face, in their hearts no fear,
Each prepared for the ride that stops nevermore.
.
This sounds like the start of quite a dirty joke,
Written some years ago by a funny bloke,
Sadly though, as I wake, it is all too true,
To me, to them, all those left behind by you.
.
I will not cry for you, not cry my heart out…
I might cry. I might swear; damn, this is no fair.
But what is done, is done; ha, breathe in some air.
.
You’re gone, forever gone; I think I might shout.
No. Be strong, be happy; safe journey, you’re home.
A star, a snake, a cop ; do say hi for me.
Thank you and au revoir.
Tragicomic
***
Welcome to your life; there’s no turning back,
I’d never lie to you and that’s a fact,
I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad.
.
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down,
I’d run right into hell and back,
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
.
It’s my own desire, it’s my own remorse
Some days I pray for silence, some days I pray for soul
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
.
Nothing ever lasts forever
When people run in circles;
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.
***
A little experiment, toying with ideas.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m in your bed,
I can see you.
*
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You’ll be soon dead
‘Cause I’ll kill you.
*
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Don’t be afraid.
I really like you.
Don’t ask me why, I don’t know… ._.
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