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Feb 2019 · 484
Save Venice
Imagine how much larger cities were
Back when you had to walk through them
Walls and pathways unraveling
Roofs chewing through the skies
It would be the only one you'd see
You wouldn't see it all
And thousands faces everyday
Thousands of doors going their way
And milions of windows
Which would see the world once a day
To each their tired strident noise
To each their tiny room

You would carve your street through your feet
And you would know what its name means
Remember what some walls meant
Or what some would be trying to
Many great things you'd like to see
Were simply built for you to see
By people who died long ago
But meant to show you some nice things
To live around and die under
They wouldn't have bothered
If they didn't think you'd be there

Walls seem to stand against the seas
Of leaves , water, or flying sand
While signs would tell you where you are
And tell you where to go
All around arms dance through the air, try
Looking for somewhere new to build
A place where you could have beeen born
And see what can be done
In that place where grandparents played
Where many grandkids would
Under a flag that stood so close

Soon serenity will prevail
And sky begins to lose its grip
On former people's houses
Gently sinking into the past
Some chiseled bricks
Will lay to rest beneath the silent waves
As forgotten as you
were already long ago
Then nobody more would know
Please do something
Because I haven't seen Venice yet
I've been told old rocks have been pilled up on eachother in a quite meaningful way there
Feb 2019 · 343
Still Running
The more you know
About artists
The less likely you will
Make any art

I went to meet
The Lord of words
But within His pages
I'm

I went to show
The first reader
And ever since I
Have become God
How can you think about existence while still existing ? Also why is there something instead of nothing ? Well, can "nothing" exist ? Does this text make any sense whatsoever ? It would make sense for it not to
Feb 2019 · 1.5k
Shadows near the candlelight
Branches are torn and roots are drawn
all along the grey forest
The air is cold, brings down the scent
of wicked things the wind caressed
No one could tell you what may hide
on blank spaces on higher ground
As flowers burn and painters rot
sounds are coming from all around

The moon just missed us by a mile
the sun is set to die again
alone with all our broken minds
chasing shadows near the candlelight

You thought you'd come to play some game
well get down here and read some minds
you'll see there's not much left to find
chasing shadows near the candlelight

Branches are torn still and roots draw
further down the grey forest
And yet the colder wind still sings
stories our voices once caressed
No one could tell you what we say
with these strange words we shout along,
make into headlines, black and white
Laughter's coming from all around

The moon just missed us by a mile
The sun was set to die again
alone with all our buzzing minds
chasing shadows near the candlelight
Please teach me ironie
Feb 2019 · 499
Behind the Bars
Strange figures sleepwalking by
Dancing through nightfall on their lips
With half rotten half guilty smiles
For all those who would touch their hips

They must have such beautiful eyes
To dare looking us in the face
Strange figures sleepwalking by
Would go anywhere but their place

Stained people gliding down by
Drinking through their mind with a straw
Getting ready again to fly
They can't remember what they saw

They must have such powerful minds
To find the strength to run away
Stained people gliding down by
Won't let anyone in their way

Lovely sheppherd starring in the night
Keeping a loose eye on her sheep
Wanting to say we're supposed to dream
And dreams we need to fall asleep

She must have such a pretty face
To make everyone so afraid
Lonely shepherd starring in the night
Just sad there's nothing new to say
Come as you are, Come back tomorrow as you never were

— The End —