Flower bomb
Fire in the dance of the dead
music from pleasant woodlands
under groundless skies
trying to stop the living laughter
shining swords
and princes of degradations
hold ivory towers
in battler’s visions
and vengeance of greed
with ships sailing
on harbourless seas
where lies dehydrate.
and raging wars
with new born technology
never dropped flower bombs
J.S.2007
music from pleasant woodlands
under groundless skies
trying to stop the living laughter
shining swords
and princes of degradations
hold ivory towers
in battler’s visions
and vengeance of greed
with ships sailing
on harbourless seas
where lies dehydrate.
and raging wars
with new born technology
never dropped flower bombs
J.S.2007
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Maandag, januari 08, 2007 20:46 |
| indeed, that would be something different.. something nice for a change! x! |
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| kerima ellouise: | Maandag, januari 08, 2007 11:54 |
| wauw...indrukwekkend knap deze...mooi mooi ! liefs, kerima ellouise |
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| chatterley: | Zondag, januari 07, 2007 23:01 |
When we can see clear we choose for love not war, We don''nt want the fear anymore. (ook bedankt voor jouw reactie) liefs Chatterley |
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| switi lobi: | Zondag, januari 07, 2007 22:47 |
| Een prachtige... Lieve groetjes, liefsliefs...switi lobi |
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| Auteur: cosmicdoom | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 januari 2007 | ||
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