Brand new doubt
slowy rotting proces
fever beats,like a drum
he was born in a corn field
hope I never meet it again
where pleasure is not for sale
and death is not a game
but naked rivers flow
into a garden with razor leaves
masks in the skies
and flower gardens not for sale
with our broken down windmails
and rusty coins in ships
drowned in poverty
dignity in forgotten battles
death in trust
throw me out in the rain
hang it down a wall
scare me with a window
wind me up,with a battery
in a sad cold feeling of morning
trying to break the day
let's keep the 4 emotions in our own resque
and keep our eyes open
with a brand new doubt.
cosmicdoom
J.S.2007
fever beats,like a drum
he was born in a corn field
hope I never meet it again
where pleasure is not for sale
and death is not a game
but naked rivers flow
into a garden with razor leaves
masks in the skies
and flower gardens not for sale
with our broken down windmails
and rusty coins in ships
drowned in poverty
dignity in forgotten battles
death in trust
throw me out in the rain
hang it down a wall
scare me with a window
wind me up,with a battery
in a sad cold feeling of morning
trying to break the day
let's keep the 4 emotions in our own resque
and keep our eyes open
with a brand new doubt.
cosmicdoom
J.S.2007
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Mrs Flintstone: | Donderdag, september 06, 2007 20:55 |
| Heel mooi geschreven! Bedankt voor je reactie! Liefs van Wilma |
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| Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, augustus 24, 2007 19:21 |
| brilliantly written x! |
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| Lily Parker: | Woensdag, juli 25, 2007 12:42 |
| Heel knap verwoord.... mooi gedicht Liefs Lily xxx |
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| Dirk Hermans: | Dinsdag, juli 24, 2007 22:41 |
| goed verwoord | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 juli 2007 | ||
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