Koa
06-12-2005, 07:10 PM
I wrote this 4 long years ago but lately I sort of feel it again... I don't know, reading it now it feels pretentious, like I'm using cliché images... and too many repetitions...but I wish I was still able to think of something powerful... Oh well.
The grammar doesn't feel perfect, corrections are welcome. And pardon me the 'swearing', but it was necessary.
About Love
Let us burn all the bul*s*its about love
books and lovers, poems and songs
as apocalypse runs wet from the sky
and thunders tear it apart
we're scared by this yellow sky
we're bound to the grey ground
and needles pierce our bodies
painfully
but we enjoy it
'cause we want to be burned away
in the big fire that will burn love
and all its ridicolous rules.
And we laugh about love
we laugh loud as the sky is wounded by thunders
storm, apocalypse, fights in heaven
the birds fall dying to the ground
everytime that noise bursts our ears
and scares us
but we like it
'cause we want to be buried
in the earthquake that will kill love
and swallow all the lovers.
And we're burning love
finally
the rain can't make the fire die down
and electric lights shine unnaturally
through dead leaves carried by Siberian winds;
while we dance 'round our inferno
red stripes get high in the sky
and we jump into the fire
shouting and laughing
'cause we like that burning pain
that brings us deep elation:
as we see books burning
and we feel papers creeping
and we hear lovers crying
we think, satisfied,
that what is being destroyed
was all about love.
The grammar doesn't feel perfect, corrections are welcome. And pardon me the 'swearing', but it was necessary.
About Love
Let us burn all the bul*s*its about love
books and lovers, poems and songs
as apocalypse runs wet from the sky
and thunders tear it apart
we're scared by this yellow sky
we're bound to the grey ground
and needles pierce our bodies
painfully
but we enjoy it
'cause we want to be burned away
in the big fire that will burn love
and all its ridicolous rules.
And we laugh about love
we laugh loud as the sky is wounded by thunders
storm, apocalypse, fights in heaven
the birds fall dying to the ground
everytime that noise bursts our ears
and scares us
but we like it
'cause we want to be buried
in the earthquake that will kill love
and swallow all the lovers.
And we're burning love
finally
the rain can't make the fire die down
and electric lights shine unnaturally
through dead leaves carried by Siberian winds;
while we dance 'round our inferno
red stripes get high in the sky
and we jump into the fire
shouting and laughing
'cause we like that burning pain
that brings us deep elation:
as we see books burning
and we feel papers creeping
and we hear lovers crying
we think, satisfied,
that what is being destroyed
was all about love.