Magician came to town With a black gown White hat Magic wand In his hand A split second Revolution of hand With magic wand He created illusions All appeared To be real Onlookers threw Notes and coins On the ground He was quick To gather those In his white hat A split second Revolution of hand With magic wand Notes and coins Disappeared A pair of pigeons Appeared They flew into the sky Split second Revolution of hand With magic wand Pigeon pair Came down Sat on hat's crown On his crown There was clap clap In his magic Everyone entrapped He went Around the circle With crown Of the hat down Money flowed Generously Into the cup Of the crown Hat upside down Magician did magic With magic wand Creating illusions With his trickery It all appeared real As real as External world But all onlookers Couldn't see trickery The trickery Remained mystery The magician With a black gown White hat Boarded train To next town
I know more than you think I do actually, I know everything
i see your insecurities and your nervousness while no one else does you can't talk about those enemies because all we're going to hear again is denial denial denial
other opinions make you sick and you can't keep up with the society, in a big crowd of personalities you can't admit that your identity vanishes when you have to express yourself do you know why? because you've never given yourself some time
at the end i'll give you the illusion I know nothing and you'll give me the illusion of knowing who you are we're nothing more than illusions
Gentle waves of the beach caressing the shore, the sun sinking into the core, a known figure from my life's lore, stood afore, in this orange light this divine body, god's very own pottery appears in sight. Into each other's eyes we sunk, like our feet in the sand's chunks like a dip in the ocean in front of us.
The pink strands in her black hair turned into dark violet and her leather suite changed into a shirt of white linen..
the last chapter had begun The veil between the world became translucent being lifted far to early: Beyond the veil - the long cold road to eternerty that nobody wants to walk Right into the void where nothing can remain no white light at the end of the tunnel.... no welcome from anybody....
Just a fading whisper about her.... ....pink into dark violet - leather to linen...
Echoing - dying - SILENCE Infinite Void
as if she had never existed
nothing but DARK OBLIVION
a bit darker poem this time *this does not apply for animals - animals go to the rainbow bridge !*
La sensation s'apparente à une simple présence Incongrue et abstraite, tant sa distance De ces souvenirs qui exigent le poids des vivants Comme promesse qu'ensemble nous traverserons le temps
Et tend à cette conviction presque vide de sens Que les acteurs éternels de la tendre enfance Puissent ainsi, pas à pas, suivre nos traces dans l'ombre Pour que ce peuple d'éther ne s'ajourne que dans la tombe
Et que tombe cette folle histoire insensée, peu à peu Que le temps calcinera de son souffle de feu Ranimant en nous la flamme de ces instants heureux Pour que reste derrière nous ces souvenirs harmonieux
Et mieux vaut de son gré engendrer la cadence Que de subir dans la l'angoisse les désirs de délivrance Délaissant patiemment toute envie de se réjouir Pour que s'endorme dans la cendre ces trop lourds souvenirs
Et quand viendra finalement la sensation de dissonance, Que la lourdeur de l'homme aspirant la transcendance S'exténue et s'allège dans l'accord des déceptions Pour qu'enfin vive souverain ce pays d'illusions.
Et que sombre dérisoirement chaque pensée, peu à peu, Que le temps effacera d'un seul geste d'adieux Renvoyant au néant l'âme de ces habitants célestes Pour que ne gise sur la toile qu'une confuse fresque.
What is water, but a constant fluctuating body of emotions. What is fire, but a loud roar spreading faster than anything known. What is earth, but the very grounding stability needed to live appropriately. What is air, but the very oxygen we need to survive. What are we, but souls on a physical journey, trying to discern what we can and can’t do or say, not realizing the self-imposing rules and habits that ultimately destroy us before the epiphany of life reveals itself, broadcasting the way we have chosen to live. Right or wrong, black or white, this or that... are simply illusions. Do not despair - illusions are made to be shattered.