Only fires burning bright,
will glimmer in the dim of night.
On the edge of the forest where the river is red,
where faith and reason both are dead.
In ecstasy the invalids run astray,
into the circles where the shadows play.
Of silhouettes dancing in the earthly mist,
raving naked with sanity dismissed.
Running wild in ceremonial haze,
with eyes made of opium and hearts of clay.
Their lonely fires burning bright,
cast smoke rings off into the night.
Whilst the ancient forest is oblivious to their undertakings.
And watches the smoke pass out of sight.
Prosthetic monster men playing heavy rock
A laderhosened Austrian gives his squeeze box all he's got
Desperation dance routines, too hard they always try
Wailing divas, rigid smiles,
Do we laugh or cry
A Fin from the back woods plays a fiddle fast
Our song is pretty good but still we might come last
Hello Bratislava, hello Tallin, hello everyone
Votes are cast for friends as the evening never ends
At last we have a worthy winner, well done indeed to you
But with too many 'nul points'
Once more we meet our Waterloo
For those who are unfamiliar with it, all the different countries in Europe enter a new song, and we all vote for our favourite at the end. Many are awful, some comically so, and occasionally they are good.
Abba first came to international fame with their entry 'Waterloo' many moons ago.
Attached too easily broken too fast
Till when will this soft heart last
forgiving the unforgivable trying to bury it in my past
Cause am playing a fool for you In a movie that you cast
Roll the film keep'm entertained
by the greatness , her bast
The moon glows like the sun
Can't be seen if its not night time hun
Ur not awake and the mornings coming soon I guess I better run
Cause if you can't see me now then my life feels like its no fun
So I better run
fast
I keep playing a foul for you
In a movie that you cast
Roll the film keep'm entertained
Hope your entertained
by the greatness her bast
Cause nice girls finish last
The
Leaves Are
Sprouting Out
Upon The Oaks,
Mighty Tall And Old
Standing Long Before I
Was Born. Dogwoods Are In Bloom
And The Pathway Has Some Shade Now.
How Beautiful The Dappled Looks,
Shining And Dancing As The Breezes Blow.
So Softly The Light And Cast Shadows Play.
O I Love To Watch This As I Walk!
The Birds Are Returning Again,
And Soon Warblers Will Sing.
Migrant Birds Are Passing,
Through The Area.
Every Day
Something New
To See
Now.
~Timothy~
My older brother was extremely rich,
but he was quite rude to an evil witch.
The witch then cast a mysterious spell,
my poor brother had hoped she meant well.
The spell was forbidden in society,
but the witch did not stop as her heart was icy.
A little wait and the result,
was that my brother only then had salt.
He moaned and complained, he became insane,
while the witch was sick beyond humane.
As he did not know that she was ill,
he had a noose to hang himself made at the mill.
He then killed himself unaware of the fact,
that the witch was dead, his money was back.
Shadows cast without a sun
No light, no energy, impossible to run.
Soulless stalkers surrounding, engulfing,
Every corner filled with endless screaming.
Take the blood and write one last letter;
Actually, maybe the pen would be better.
One last bath in petals and bubbles,
One last light of the scented candles.
Climb the stairs to the 14th floor
Feel the cold breeze from the open door.
Or instead the door opens to an empty heart
Trying to find it's missing part.
Take the snake and wrap around,
The thick, breathing trunk of sound.
Tiny bumps on thin organ pale,
Shivers, fear and fated to fail.
Raining clouds and skies of black
Missing warmth and a growing crack.
It's a never-ending journey
Of anticipation and horror, so lovely.
Trying to escape this demon;
All I can do is run from everyone.
Snow dont fall
On summers time
Wind dont blow
Below the sea
My loves lies
neath frozen skies
And waits in sweet
Repose for me
Her eyes did laugh
Her lips did sing
Her legs did roll
My soul to bring
Her hair did curl
And her thoughts unfurled
Like birds upon
The wings of spring
My love I need not see
To know she cast
her glance at me
Snow dont fall
On summers time
Wind dont blow
Below the sea
My loves lies
neath frozen skies
And waits in sweet
Repose for me
These schizophrenic thoughts, become more foreign to me everyday
As i cut myself off from the world once honestly embraced, I voluntarily deemed myself vulnerable
Defenseless against vicious words they insert in what was once my territory
All I could do was speak silent apologies, denying ownership of the insults.
But now, I accept their looks of disdain as words are inscribed on my behalf
I sit back as shadows pass me, leaving evil trails behind
I relax as I begin to understand, to hope...
And start to see that it really is possible.
There are those who still use their eyes to see, and leave their mind for thought, not action
And as they cast their glances on my honest, open body, I know they will see it. All in the flesh.
They will feel the cool breeze as it flows past me
Forever dancing through the gaps between my fingers that hold no pen to write masked words.
I understand there are no blessings to be counted, Nor thanks to be given for others being good
The waves of happiness that pass to and from one another is our nature, pure and simple.
Our minds are vessels in which our wisdom grows,
And this earth is for our bodies to walk upon.
My friends! Your bodies are out here!
Why do you force them onto that lifeless canvas,
Suffocating and abusing all in your wake whilst unable to empathize or care for their feelings?
Your bodies are out here! Come join the living!
A traveler on a dusty road
Strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up,
And grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade at evening time,
To breathe its early vows;
And Age was pleased, in heights of noon,
To bask beneath its boughs.
The doormouse loved its dangling twigs,
The birds sweet music bore-
It stood a glory in its place,
A blessing evermore.
A little spring had lost its way
Amid the grass and fern;
A passing stranger scooped a well
Where weary men might turn.
He walled it in, and hung with care
A ladle on the brink;
He thought not of the deed he did,
But judged that Toil might drink.
He passed again; and lo! the well,
By summer never dried,
Had cooled a thousand parched tongues,
And saved a life beside.
A nameless man, amid the crowd
That thronged the daily mart,
Let fall a word of hope and love,
Unstudied from the heart,
A whisper on the tumult thrown,
A transitory breath,
It raised a brother from the dust,
It saved a soul from death.
O seed! O fount! O word of love!
O thought at random cast!
Ye were but little at first,
But mighty at the last.
Charles Mackay
My shadow cast over nothing
Tried to rip out every vocal cord as I try to speak.
Of whats been living inside me
And all the secrets that ive tried not to dream.
It hovers over my bones.
Telling me to be quiet.
Telling me to be still,
And telling me to see all the beauty around me.
But all I see are empty landscapes.
I cannot see those trees,
All I see are empty promises and memories.
Fathers dying and friendships ending.
They wrote their names on these trees,
And all their thoughts in my head.
