Make aesthetic art,
Crushed and smeared by your able hands
My colourful dreams.
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Make aesthetic art,
Crushed and smeared by your able hands
My colourful dreams.
My colorful dreams,
Without misery and woe,
Love engulfs the lost.
Love engulfs the lost
In caverns of emptiness
Echoes live what was.
Echoes live what was,
Without rythym and purpose,
All became peace-filled.
All become peace-filled
Follies, raindrop's dance macabre
Hesitant existence
Hesitant existence
Silently grows in the dark;
Your eyes set me free.
Your eyes set me free
Alas! Once trapped by your spell,
Liberty is pain.
Liberty is pain,
All found the true happiness,
Where were you that day?
Where were you that day
Your consciousness first appeared?
Where were you before?
Where were you before?
Nevermind
Thee I`ll find.
nevermind thee i'll
find be ye joyous and warm
or wizened by time
Or wizened by time,
Were the few to sacrifice,
The many shall live.
The many shall live
Because a few shall need them
Too many shall die
Too many shall die,
Lost are the unforgiven,
Soone there will be joy.
soon there will be joy
the infants eyes widen
mouth opens to smile
Mouth opens to smile,
Longing to be future's kin,
All fear the unknown.
All fear the unknown
Except those infant learners
Climbing mountain peaks
Climbing mountain peaks,
Doing the impossible,
All thoughts are for love.
All thoughts are for love;
But a mere jest on your lips,
Love becomes thoughtless.
Love becomes thoughtless
When expressed in flowers, food,
Mass-produced romance.
Mass-produced romance,
Buried in hollow weightless hearts,
Nothing but a farce.
Nothing but a farce,
nothing but plastic hearts. Could
I have a ventricle?
I have a ventricle?
Feels more like an icicle
As a blood-tunnel.
As a blood-tunnel
Carrying life to my heart,
Hope keeps me alive.
Hope keeps me alive
Belief sustains my living
Is life ever real?
Is life ever real?
This hope and longing;this pain?
All a dream with you.
All a dream with you,
Maybe all shall become great,
The passion is love.
The passion is love,
Many will pretend gloating;
Only, we will know.
Only, we will know
There will be no surprise, just
Stark experience
Stark experience
white snow creaks under the ski
sweat falls from my brows
Sweat falls from my brows
I labour to make you laugh
You smile with me
You smile with me,
All worries are forgotten;
This is a new day.
This is a new day
a newly ironed shirt
on the clothes hanger
(clothes is one syllable, since the e is silent, right? -otherwise just skip the "the")
On the clothes hanger
Lots of strange shells suspended
All bodiless skins
All bodiless skins
Solemnly waiting to find
Life in soulless bodies.
Life in soulless bodies,
All shall be unforgiven,
Why were they brought back?
Why were they brought back?
The photos, thrown in the sea
are swept to the shore.
( Ok, small memory for this one. A photographer in Italy- I canīt remember her name - tried to throw some of her photos away in the sea. Gruesome pictures of people killed by the mafia. She has been taking pictures of the effects of mafia affairs in her hometown for decades. Now she was trying to arrange a photo shoot where the pictures were supposed to be washed away by the waves. But they kept coming back, covered in mud and seaweed, right by her feet. She looked at them and said - why are they coming back? )
The photos, thrown in the sea
are swept to the shore.
The shore, forever reseeds, our lives
Our loves, our goals
Our loves and our goals,
Promises of yesterday,
Ashes of today.
Ashes of today
Sackcloth of backdated worth
Hairshirt awaits you.