Lofty heights, lofty intentions, lofty thoughts, high pretensions, but what will be the reality? Will it be good for you, will it be good for me, because ideas, thoughts, and schemes, they do not rely on chance, because chance, chance it forms so rarely into truth, and only by dedication and hard work, will dreams…
Read MoreLet us get going, get going far away from here, for the crowds they give me a headache, and from them, I wish to disappear, so, let us get going, going far away from here, yes, let us get going, for the sanity of my mind is beginning to disappear, and I have little time…
Read MoreAnother war, another story on TV, another life lost, another tragedy. I see a bullet, I see a missile, I see a bomb, I see a gun, I see you, I see you, and I wish you to run, yes, I see a bullet, and I see a gun. I see you turning, then a…
Read MoreI drink a little, I drink too much, I sometimes drink not enough, sometimes I want to drink, and sometimes I drink to forget, sometimes I forget to remember how much I have drunk, sometimes I drink and I try not to remember you, sometimes I drink, but you I cannot forget, sometimes I wish…
Read MoreIn the city, in the street, the rubbish blown street, there is a car on fire and acrid smoke, acrid smoke rising higher and higher, and in the city, and in the street, the car burns brightly, and the flames engulf everything, and they dance their devilry, as the car explodes, in the city street,…
Read MoreIn the arms of you, in the arms of you, nothing matters and nothing is troubling, and you, you are as soothing to me, as watching a river rolling gently past, and you, when I am in the company, of you how you fill my heart, and in the arms of you, what powerful emotions…
Read MoreA man sat in a cafe, all weathered and rugged, weathered and forlorn, weathered but he never rises too early, he never rises before the dawn. Gentle and quiet, contemplating, ruminating, staring into the distance, missing someone, missing someone and rather forlorn, and sitting there in the quiet, in the quiet of the morn, and…
Read MoreHurrying along the street, hurrying along, faster and faster, wanting to meet the train, wanting to meet the train amidst the rain, oh, so many raindrops, raindrops falling again and again, as with an umbrella in hand, I rush under grey clouds with a grim face, as only the wind does allow, and I hurry…
Read MoreHow did this, how did this come to be, how did the love of you for me, develop said the sea, because you love me more, than I love you, and I wish I knew why you loved me so much, because how did this come to be? How did I come to be filled…
Read MoreHouses, Houses, for you and me, houses so pretty upon the hill in the countryside, houses, so much more pretty, much more pretty, than in the city. Houses painted white, houses, happy homes sitting in the glorious sun, houses for you and me, but not for all, but houses should be, houses should be the…
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