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Bernardo Soares Sep 2013
Justify everything

Incentive

Suggestion

Birds sing

Bells ring

You win



Clarify nothing

Let them all walk blindly

And mindly slow

See all on show
Bernardo Soares Sep 2013
I dream of amnesia and waking up lost and losing the things I wish I’d forgot
Bernardo Soares Sep 2013
Judge jury and witness it seems

Guilty as charged yet set free

English is better when you scold

Seems you've had practise so...



Why not accept its the way it is

You knew I was white hot, kid!

I'm straight and narrow and seldom fooled

Still, if you were the teacher I'd av loved school

Alabaster and soft as shoes

Made by Italian hands and cool

What is the number one rule?

No heavy petting in a public pool.

Friends seem flawed and misbegotten

The fruit from the tree was grown rotten

How could I find you battered and bruised

A fallen angel misused

I know why you run and don't want to

I have no regrets do you?
Bernardo Soares Sep 2013
Open ended daydreams and nightmares that turn to gold

Not nothing in my hand I'd rather bluff than fold



She says the ace of diamonds is the one to take the blame

The ace of hearts was wrong but she can't be called the same

The ace of clubs she clubs and she gets high for seven days while the spades subdued content contests the game they've all just played.
Bernardo Soares Sep 2013
So you’re back then?

Dunno what you’re doing round here

You won’t find anything



It’s plain to see, for me at least, you’ve lost out on the road

What’s clearer still your own free will has cost you even more

Though now I have a chance to say thanks for everything

I must confess the way you left has made me strong again

Still my breathe leaves me here and floats towards the sky

Anytime your beauty finds the corner of my eye

Please leave me now to battle through I’ve seen you, you must go

Whether I can manage now without you I don’t know
Bernardo Soares Sep 2013
Classing class as I class colour

One is one and one is the other

Finding freedom in fervour

Can one lonely soul discover?



Touching seeing hearing things

Sensation's where it all begins

To start the start of anything

Is to start the start of everything



Counselling countless souls

Neighbouring wanted rogues

Harbouring heavy loads

To shed’s to sheer to shake things clear



Maybe sometimes I’m not me

Maybe sometimes I can’t see

Maybe sometimes I’m not me

Maybe maybe she can see



Now I know when not to squander

Feel through feet the wildest thunder

Open up let me discover

Your wildest wishes up and under.
Bernardo Soares Sep 2013
Of all the girls in all the world that love the smell of paper

There’s nothing in this world that smells quite like good behaviour

Nostalgia in the morning makes me think that you’re right there

You’ve been lost long enough now I should know you just don’t care

Poetry to sleep to like and antidote that heals you

All of it makes little sense unless I can be near you
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