Memories Flow Back Too
I go back, though
Sometimes it’s filled with pain,
I go back, yet
Nothing will be the same,
Precious places
I first knew,
When life and youth
And love were new,
I flow back, and
Memories flow back too.
...Pessimistic sun ruins
There were many, it was illegal to have a pessimistic weekday, a worn out, useless desk and a climbing Sisyphus ticket: Insufficient - mostly - and sufficient. The crossfire of promising grains of pride, and the pathetic judgment of the Inquisitions lurking in the eyes: “Let's see! Who dares to do more and more ?! ” - There was a murderous rage in the hearts of the people,
"What did I know then: What can I expect?" "Destroyed nervous system, suicidal pessimism?" Nice promises or Janus-faced compromises? In which the victim is always his own scapegoat! "In the conscience of the people, they beat a homestead and strangled it with stigma stamps, handing it to you as the title of loser, as an honor in the camp of innocent fools!"
There were many, it was illegal for the pessimistic weekday, many were the self-destructive consciousness of ...
Remember the lakes
Do you remember when we visited the lakes
just your brother, you and me,
We went to a hotel and had coffee and cakes
you paddled in the shallow edge of the lake
negociating pebbles as you enjoyed your dip
watching the water ripple
and the sun shining onto the lake
making it look like shimmering silver!
you could not have been even four
But you enjoyed it so much
you just wanted more!
Then at the hotel you pinched my tia maria
when I went to bar to collect my coffee
you said it was yummy and that I did fear
Someone so little as you
Thats not what you do!
But we had a lovely time as I remember
The beautiful lakes
I think it must have been September!
...
THE BROKEN BRIDGE OF OAK
Golda, do you remember the broken bridge of oak?
Lying o’er the river of the east; the broken bridge of oak
Golda, do you remember that Autumn sunset of red?
That sunset, I rested on that cold bed of ambers and red.
The sun was the brightest red of all light
The river kept flowing its gracious paths
From here, I saw your strands of red, fluttering with this zephyr; there
From here, I saw your nimble feet tapping grace, onto my heart; there
From here, I saw your vivid smile widening mine as this azure sky; there
As my cornet, that night, breathes the song of a thousand nights.
Your feet, that night, taps to my heart, a joy of a thousand sights.
As I dipped my feet onto this great river of the east,
I heard your feet lapping this great river of the east
As our feet were lapping this great river of the east.
I felt your fingers on my heart and… mine on yours.
Low spirits (Repost)
As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you
cause you'll be hurting yourself
My unhappiness entirely came from me
no point in pointing fingers at anyone else
If it broke don't fix it, you leave it alone
and let ð“ˆð‘œð“‚ð‘’ð’·ð‘œð’¹ð“Ž ð‘’ð“ð“ˆð‘’ fix it.
Hurt (Repost)
When I met you
I didn't know you
I was scared
of dying alone
Years later
You're like a father to me
you helped me through the unimaginable
Even so, you found it easy to lie to me
and ignore my wishes
Because of this my life could of had meaning
Now you're gone, down deeper in dirt and I'm hurt
wishing I had more time with you.
Realising I did have meaning
told you I'd try to forgive you
Didn't know I had to be
ð’½ð“Šð“‡ð“‰
for it to happen.
Death bed (Repost)
We don't seem to be dead
we want to be dead
we don't live in order to sleep
we sleep to avoid living
when you sleep, you're not dead however you're not awake
no one can talk to you
no one can judge you
no one can hurt you
until you wake up...
Collateral
When something is surplus
Then there is collateral !
Just like when I eat chocolate
And the stoneage rolls on,
And the spare tire becomes dire!
And then it's no fun!
So when something is not needed
we just get rid!
like the rubbish in the bin
hidden under the lid!
collateral loss that's what it is!
So then comes the action
That we have to take
Eating that chocolate was a big mistake
Now I have to pay for it
weight must be lost
Collateral at a cost!
For me there will be no cake!
No more chocolate
Make no mistake!
...
Harmony with nature
With my hearts eyes,
I see the saffron and peach drawn skies,
the blossom trees,
and the oceans seas,
they all dance and sing
with those who’ve reached their touch...
But
Who would hear it?
And who would see it?
And who would feel it?
Except they whose hearts are given to love,
They who won’t give up.
-L.D.
...visions
when we fall asleep and our dreams begin visions that we see from the mind within many different things appear to be true visions seem so real there in front of you. sometimes they are bad an give you such a scare but there only dreams there not really there then when we awake back to reality the visions disappear no visions do we see. its a part of life the way it has to be for each and everyone these visions we all see....