Inscense on whiskey
just like smoke on the water's liquid blue
the scent of burning fire rides up on high
flowery blossoms that all seem to come from you
release their sweetsmelling sigh
a glass of something black
sends the smoke right through the things I see
the bloodrush through the back of my neck
lets your musical laughter sparkle down on me
Burning inscense for the sphere
golden dawn, day of bright delight
I wish I was never anywhere but here
did you know?
you can jump higher than ever expected?
and that you can fall from
a six-storey-building
and survive?
when it's dark, as night tends to be
it feels so very good to be alive
I think it's just the cold air
floating down besides me
down to earth
which is quite a fine place to be
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Doom: | Donderdag, januari 27, 2005 20:57 |
| lang geleden ... But hej nice poem ! |
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| Godvader: | Donderdag, januari 13, 2005 14:18 |
| je confronteert de lezer idd met dat stukje dat Tershi heeft gequote maar nonetheless jouw engelse gedichten lopen als een tierelier en dat leest zó prettig...doel behaald zou ik zeggen greetzz |
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| Tershi: | Donderdag, januari 13, 2005 12:57 |
| did you know? you can jump higher than ever expected? and that you can fall from a six-storey-building and survive? relaxed stukkie :) (f) * flo * |
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| Zilke: | Zondag, januari 09, 2005 20:08 |
| hmm ja een beetje tijdloos... hou ik van |
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| BloodElf: | Zondag, januari 09, 2005 16:14 |
| Quite Fine ;) Keep on going Tim ^_^ Your Fabulous!! |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 januari 2005 | ||
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