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Dec 2012 · 7.5k
Wake Up
Wake up
Wake up
Are you there?
Wake up
It's me
It's late
Let's sleep
This poem was inspired during a concert that I saw tonight.
Sep 2012 · 626
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Light steps and endless love
We are all following the holy dove
Walking in the rain of joy
Worshipping the statue boy
Oh he gives us hopes and dreams
Floating down with birds and streams
Flags and signals in our hearts
Illusions and the touch of all the arts
Green grass and naked lies
Sleepless ghosts with innocent cries
Dancing with our angels of death
Swim in the water but we won’t get wet
Feathers and flowers all around
The wind and rivers is the only sound
We keep on looking till it is found
The paths we seek are all so bright
With the touch of the sacred light
Clouds and moons dissolve at once
People search for their long lost sons
The beginning seems to be ending now
We all fall down and to the statue bow
Jump into the ocean and drift away
If only we could be here forever and stay
These mountains and skies and glowing trees
Nothing here is bound to seize
The enemies have fallen at last
It keeps us all from dying fast
Releasing the spirits of a thousand souls
Filling up the deep black holes
Finally we have found what we were looking for
The mirrors break and we are no more.
Sep 2012 · 639
Spring's Departure
warmth of the sun
a romance's start
firing a gun
the strangers part
 
blue skies and leaves
teardrops and lust
running like thieves
a poor man's trust
 
summer again
as spring descends
it's not the end
my sleepy friend
Sep 2012 · 753
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I am a poet with no words
I am a shepherd with no herd
I am a forest with no trees
I am a piano with no keys
I am a watchman with no eyes
and  I am a deceiver with no lies
 
I am a swordsman with no sword
I am a religion with no lord
I am a musician with no band
I am an emperor with no land
I am a library with no book
and  I am a fisher with no hook
 
It does not seem I am needed anywhere
I am everything I never was afterall
Sep 2012 · 563
Cold is the maker's hand
In a kingdom made of brass
the people sing and scream
the end seems so real
the beauty of a dream

In a castle made of sand
there’s an empty trail of waves
soon it’ll go away
vanish into caves

In a city made of bones
where God’s kingdom has failed
there is more to come
death has not prevailed

In a house made of glass
the hours seem to fade
nothing is ever close
a child was made

In a voice made of stone
there’s an ambient sigh
no one is near
no one to cry

In a world made by hand
the maker dies alone
lonesome in a land
where he once wore a throne
Sep 2012 · 349
Dreams pt. 2
White tiger.
Forest.
Love.
Dreams.
Past.
Love for the past.
A memory.
The lost poets gather once more.
Awake.
Once again.
One more time.
I wish it was.
Sep 2012 · 403
Dreams pt. 1
There she is again.
Going over the edge.
Flying.
Alone.
I've never seen her after that.
The ghosts float in the river.
The white ships have sailed.
The church is destroyed.
Cold is the maker's hand.
Black sky.
Stars.
Awake.
At last.
Sep 2012 · 1.0k
A Lovely Ballet
In a slow act we dance
As the sun descends across the lands
I'll watch your eyes as you fall asleep
On a mushroom cloud we make the leap
Across an ocean we fall asleep
And in the other world our eyes will meet
My love once more take my feet
And dance away
In the other world our hands will meet
And so it was and so it may seem
Our lovely ballet in a motion picture dream

— The End —