We still aim and reload
I'dont want to be a hurricane
where instincts can't see
where the colours don't shine
where love hasn't been shown
where live isn't respected
love can't hide it's blinding colours
and truth can't find the blossom of shame
live is still a chess game
with sweating and working
fighting and killing
in a field of madness
crying to a bird of paradise
and wild flowers in vision
with a shotgun in hand
we still aim, and reload.
J.S.2006
where instincts can't see
where the colours don't shine
where love hasn't been shown
where live isn't respected
love can't hide it's blinding colours
and truth can't find the blossom of shame
live is still a chess game
with sweating and working
fighting and killing
in a field of madness
crying to a bird of paradise
and wild flowers in vision
with a shotgun in hand
we still aim, and reload.
J.S.2006
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Dinsdag, september 05, 2006 22:20 |
| amazing.. last sentence gives even more strength to the poem! x! |
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| Tijgertje:): | Dinsdag, september 05, 2006 22:15 |
| mooiii:) | |
| mupsje: | Dinsdag, september 05, 2006 21:50 |
| Mooi... | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 september 2006 | ||
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