Silver rope,golden road
I don’t want to be lost in the jungle in my head.
Give me a knife to cut my way through.
I don’t want to build me a prison.
I don't want to cultivate the iron bars.
Born in anger, born in fear.
Masks who were once usefull.
But now slowly melt away.
Silver rope,golden road.
Cold winds will blow,where children can be damaged.
While spring brings flowers in the inner vision.
Where the greeds of wealth still reaches far.
With his unknown tentacles. With our traps marked.
Sadness becomes wisdom ,madness becomes inspiration.
In a bitter place with honey bees and sugar pies.
J.S.2005 veranderd 2006
Give me a knife to cut my way through.
I don’t want to build me a prison.
I don't want to cultivate the iron bars.
Born in anger, born in fear.
Masks who were once usefull.
But now slowly melt away.
Silver rope,golden road.
Cold winds will blow,where children can be damaged.
While spring brings flowers in the inner vision.
Where the greeds of wealth still reaches far.
With his unknown tentacles. With our traps marked.
Sadness becomes wisdom ,madness becomes inspiration.
In a bitter place with honey bees and sugar pies.
J.S.2005 veranderd 2006
Reacties op dit gedicht
| m@rcel: | Maandag, mei 22, 2006 18:29 |
| heel mooi geschreven Liefs m@rcel |
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| Dirk Hermans: | Vrijdag, maart 31, 2006 21:31 |
| sterk neergezet groetjes Dirk |
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| MayadeBij*: | Zaterdag, maart 25, 2006 22:53 |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 25 maart 2006 | ||
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