Theatre of life
Theatre of life
A light so bright it turns your soul
into a dark and empty hole.
The music loud it makes you deaf
for the words that I have said.
The present act that we all play
before an audience today.
For each of us a different scene
no curtain call or break in between.
A love so strong it makes you hate
the moments that you are awake.
Try to hide the drums that beat
the rhythm of the dance we seek
Unrehearsed we play our scenes
no second change and all for real.
Critics which will criticize
the role we act no place to hide.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| dishesqueen: | Woensdag, september 06, 2006 06:34 |
| in 1 woord: prachtig!!! |
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| Gert: | Dinsdag, augustus 29, 2006 09:57 |
| Geweldig mooi!! Liefs, Gert |
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| moongirl1982: | Zondag, augustus 27, 2006 17:55 |
| mooi zeg! groet moongirl1982 |
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| Tuimelaar: | Zondag, augustus 27, 2006 17:25 |
| life''s relity sometimes is hard we are puzzled together or ripped apart that''s why we all mostly wear a mask all suppressed by our own life task sometimes to hide sometimes to fight but sometimes, all of us carry fright... just live your life and be who you are if we want, everybody can be a theatre star. wees jezelf, er zijn al anderen genoeg ;) mooi gedicht! |
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| chocaatje: | Vrijdag, augustus 25, 2006 22:11 |
| ik ben zo goed in engels. niet dus .maar een mooi dichie.liefs mieke | |
| M@rcel: | Vrijdag, augustus 25, 2006 19:36 |
| wat ontzettend mooi geschreven en graag gelezen Liefs M@rcel |
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| Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, augustus 25, 2006 16:55 |
| All the world''s a stage, and all the men and women nearly players. they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts.. W.Shakespeare heel mooi weer! x! |
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| switi lobi: | Vrijdag, augustus 25, 2006 16:55 |
This is truely a great poëm, it tells me so much more than words can say..... n.a.v. ''Besef'' Dear Michel, I see you in the colored places of my ''happyhart'' the pain, eternal, every day lays in the hands of love of friends that give me tittle lights in caring from the start Lots of love, switi lobi |
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