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Morrey May 2011
A faint white light
and still frames in sight
whispers from walls
blur decor of sorts
impairment of my senses
leads to my loss of innocence
a dark red-gray thought
the impurity and youth..
He, with a lack of understanding
said life is just the beginning,
while She the other friend
says it all starts where it ends,
the indecisive Me always in between..
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Morrey May 2011
She's in to long walks
yet she hates wearing shoes
she digs my poetry
but thinks my kind of music
is just like a catastrophe
then we would argue
where it ends, who knows
she's a like a rival of sort..
can't forget the time
she got mad at me
when I thought its just an injury
and she said don't go,
or you'll be injured once more..
If I would call it quits,
I'll be into deep..
If I stay, she'd go,
I've had enough of it..
With a short temper
she gets mad easily,
but she's not indifferent
and knows when to say sorry
and when she looks at me
I know that things will be fine..
If it starts to end,
we'd rather be good friends..
She's fond of sudden dates
whether it's in a fast food or in a grocery
wonder why until now she's thin,
eventough she eats a lot often..
If she calls in sick
need to be with her quick..
and if she'll say she'll die
I might really cry..
and if I'll be a king
I'll vote for her as queen
But if it starts to end,
we'd rather be good friends
for I might fall to deep..
for I might fall to deep..
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Morrey Apr 2011
Can you still recall
the days that passed when you were young..
playing pirates with wooden swords,
the adventure of a six years old
Hide and seek and climbing trees
those days when we're free..
Be smart inside the class,
or just a shy nobody
where you find friends
whom you thought that will last..
Life in slow motion
vivid color of days..
world on high speed,
every moments we chase
they're long gone..
Running on the streets all day
on summer days and month of May,
or sitting by the window
watching the rainfall
paperboat, coffe cups and matchstick flags
walking  on tiptoe
feeling the earth's warmth..
cheap marbles on sight
watch the kite takes its flight..
as it flew away, so high
it will be ok if we try..
Copyright Morrey 2011
Morrey Mar 2011
This is me, a door without a key
a life lived collectively
longing to be free..
This is you, the exact opposite
full of triumphs and degree
a life in reality
Bitter beers and empty talk
each time we crossed path,
you say tomorrow will be new
yet nothing really changes..
Armed with wit and courage
we pushed through our lives.
Decades come and go
yet nothing's really changing..
One step forward skillfuly
flip the pages of your book,
This will be your everything
A drop of tear, an endless rain..
A new day started torn roses everywhere,
A news from oversesas, abitter tragedy
40 years of giving in, they opened up their eyes
You walked and lived your life
As if nothing's really changing..
Again I woke from a shaking fantasy,
Like Kaijus from the movies
Big waves that stormed the seas
Armed with love and peace
We'll fight and lend a hand
You say the world goes on
and it's like nothing's really changing..
Flip the pages of your book
like in the mirror you overlooked
A silent weep so desperate
a dying wish, someone save me..
One by one I take each step
careful and heavy,
you always say that it's not a good idea
Part by part I think aloud
and share you my story,
But then you'll say just shout it out
just shout it out..
Passing days,  they stitch our lives
surreal scenes of waiting in line,
uncertainty for you are me
I bet you're longing to be free..
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Morrey Mar 2011
A towering compound I live in
where frames glittered every morning..
they shine like bright sparkle,
under the bright sunshine
and song like chatter fills the air
day by day, again and again,
different rooms with different tunes
different stories in voice-like melodies
I'm awake, I can hear them now
on the count of three,
will you sing with me?
Morrey Mar 2011
Bitter beers and empty talk..
swaying moods with happy thoughts..
few of the good things
that never last..
I guess I'll pass..
for now I'll pass..
copyright Morrey 2011
Morrey Feb 2011
It all happens when you close your eyes
things which aren't meant to be
Silent lies and lullabies
until now it's haunting me..
Soft words underneath
whispers that echoes through my ears
keep it that way,
keep it away..
keep it away..
copyright Morrey 02-26-11
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