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The truth
lies
in the mouth
of a politician
Dare the day
to raise the light
To dedicate
itself to the Sun's respite

To crush
the shadows
kidnapped
by night

To free the wounds
of fright or plìght

The sunny ray's raucous
crackling whips
Soon the darkness
will be flipped

To hear
the moans of
grinding time
The wheels spin on
as the engines whine

So does the day
dare the night ?
Yes it does
to the Sun's delight
  Sep 13 Nathan Lippmann
Robby
Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry
The inventionts moves on
To created the technological utopia
It is the time of modern creation
No Time for the technical phobia

The modern machinery
In rapid change
Replaces the old engineery
The old technology is not more engage

We will be the slaves of technology
Giving up our freedom
The old times a mythology
No need for old engineery custom

The future will be soulless machinery
The Future of emptiness
The Technology of slavery
The technology of hoplesness
I'll paint my pain on the wall
The battles of my nights
Making me fall
And inner paranoid fights

Every night I want to start again
Won't break the habit
A normal life I won't regain
the drugs are my gadget

I locked the door
I can hear you running down the hall
Your screams I ignore
My dark memories made me pay for all

And in silency I regret
The steps that I took
My addiction made you upset
But you never saw, that demons wrote my book
I'm traped in a place
A place full of confusion
Observed by a demonic face
Conflics with an illusion

Traped at this place with many scars
Living without conviction
This space, with dull stars
This place full of suspicion

Traped at this place and it's hate me
Can't break out of those dark memories
And never will be free
Pictures in my head of those black stories

Traped at this place without hope
A place where I'm alone
This is a place I can't cope
A place, where I breake under the weight of a stone

Traped at this place where I'm lost
It's a place of gloomy fog
A place never endless darkness crossed
This place with an invisible lock

Still traped at this place that I know
This place is me
This place is my foe
This place of broken dignity
She wanders the lost streets of her city
She was looking for the shining lights of Las Vegas
But this streets here a gritty
The City that is for its casinos famous

She went through hell
Just to visit Las Vegas and its lights
She loved the city's spell
The sound of the slot machines in the nights

And at next morning she tells with a fragile voice
I was in Las Vegas, the city of lights, yes I was there
I was at the place of my choice
She said she loved the flair

But actually she wanders through her lost youth
She wanders through a fake reality
But she didn't wanted to know the truth
She lived her live in duality

But the day came, where she didn't came back from her trip
She had never luck at the slot machines in Las Vegas
In her hand her last chip
To everyone she was nobody, to us she was famous
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