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Imagine you're an elephant
If you are sick
If you want cry
you're an elephant.
Big white elephant
trought the sky.
Noone gets harmed
but they all scream
never give you an ice cream
what is in fact
all you want.
it won't help
but now you have reason to cry
cry for that elephant.
He's just floating
silently trough sky
with peaceful mind
and only one wish:
A little sweetnes in his mouth
'cause that's all we need.
That's all we need
people, who do not scream
who give us an ice cream
if we just don't feel fine.
Ballad of a black white man
Once upon a time
there was a man
I met him on the road
the sun just went down
it was a creepy and wonderful twilight
and everything was black and white.
There was no body
and a man in striped shirt
walking on the road
wearing black top hat
and black trousers.
Maybe they were black
just because everything was black
but it doesn't matter.
I stood there and stare
and he didn't see me
he was like blind man
just walking around
like a ghost
with a smile on his pale face
singing a quiet song of his mind.
There was nothing
maybe not even us
in the middle of emptiness
at world's end
there was wonderland
of black and white.
He walked towards me
like I wasn't there
gave me a far away smile
but I saw a tear on his cheek
dry and black like the trousers and hat
in pure white skin incised.
My arm popped up
my hand touched the tear
touched the curse
touched the grief
and in that very moment
with unchanging smile
Ivory TowerStay In Your Ivory Tower,
I hope You Get A Good View,
As Plentiful Orchards Sour,
And Wither Beneath You.
Keep Your Head Above The Clouds,
To Hear The Angels Sing On High,
The Peasents Mass In Crowds,
To Listen To You Die.
Tug On Silky Threads,
Plead For Another Cord,
Pity Is Not Reserved For One Who Begs,
They Instead - The Sword.
The Walls That Once Stood Strong,
Decay As You Are Thwart,
One Brick; For Every Wrong,
Is Taken From Your Fort.
Both Feet On Even Ground,
Sword Now In It's Sheath,
No Longer An Angelic Sound,
No Love, No Joy , No Grief.
Phoenix In The BlazeA Vigorous Phoenix, chained, longing to be free
Bleeding, Screaming, "How can't you see my pain? Why can't you let me be?"
"Why are you blind to my agony? Why don't you break the cage?"
"Very well, then, leave me, but beware...."
"For one day, so soon, you shall see my rage!!"
Soon the phoenix made a scream, a roar to rebel
The binding chains shattered, and she broke from her shell
but what the heck is the use of freedom if the phoenix was...
so foolish and stupid enough to fly into hell!!
The Phoenix dashes, and against the walls of fire crashes
The stupid phoenix is set ablaze and turns into ashes
but, oh, my bad, i forgot what a phoenix was
for a few moments later she was reborn from the ashes
and again it soars and again it dashes
Now i can't help but wonder my -so called- country what did you release into the blaze??
was it a mighty phoenix like mine that was released or was it a mere bird from the graze??
distress (draft)creatures of completely different species,
no language to establish their feelings
only had to feel to understand one another.
a perpetual, deathless cycle:
a fish, swimming lazy circles inside a fish bowl
(while it dreams about the ocean)
prisoned to please the eye.
an elegant bird, caged:
(while it dreams about the sky)
prisoned for it's beautiful song.
their true colors faded by ten thousand dull afternoons
oh show me your scars & tell me your stories, beautiful maidens.
Johnny and friends-a poemLet me tell you about Johnny
A guy who reviews and plays
But we cannot leave out his friends
Like Clement who rules with the Eggman and his empire
And Ted who has turned into a bidoof
And Ryan who founded BrainScratchComms.
Matt who is the troll but great friends with Johnny
Elliot who is the brother of Johnny and failed Super Mario Bros.
Mark who almost is never there
Nate who was cursed by the evil doll
And Johnny the cartoonist is also the reviewer
And here she lies.
Mop and mow face
brokenly pressing a piece of plush
how does it feel to be
different from her.
And here she is.
seeking for sympathy
for her own salvation.
Waiting for new beginning
or the end.
And here she dies.
Without pain or regret
she looses herself.
With a view of borning again.
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