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we were made to stay whithin reach
but not to reach out
slow passionate dance.. too close.. too far..
constant bitter-sweet t e a s e...
and then u turn your back..
i run away, leave u wanting more
i know you love it too
we're circling each other's trap
feeding each other's addiction..
here i am
do you dare touch?
but not to reach out
slow passionate dance.. too close.. too far..
constant bitter-sweet t e a s e...
and then u turn your back..
i run away, leave u wanting more
i know you love it too
we're circling each other's trap
feeding each other's addiction..
here i am
do you dare touch?
menthol cigarettes from Teheran
fancy sparks you call
post-modernism
so many directions chosen
by well formed Artemis legs
wearing french lingerie
the electricity
poisons us with the speed of a century
well fucking done,
ma petite folie!
i´m losing grind
in neverending summers
by 45 degrees
Che will be so proud
if he ain´t rotting
"You can never have a revolution in order to establish a democracy. You must have a democracy in order to have a revolution."
G. K. Chesterton
FIELDS IN SPRING by Nichita Stanescu
Green rings around the eyes, this grass in vibrant motion
arcs tenderly about you, at a distance-
you summon it, then fling it round, broken
by your laugh of youth and innocence.
Stretched under you, this curling dome of grass
would sound its voices in the gravel-
but you are unaware - and now you pass
through foreign stars, a fool.
THE ASCENSION OF WORDS
by Nichita Stanescu
Thus, like the skin
of a shorn ewe, the day rises.
It is difficult to skin the self from a stone.
It is difficult to skin memory from a Greek.
But why should we talk about these!
After all,
light too has a skin,
light too can be skinned...
So
light too is guilty of being.
A gust of fresh air
comes with the millenium.
We are beautiful;
why should we not be beautiful?
We eat one another
only from hunger,
from adoration,
from structure,
from love.
It doesn't matter.
We are what we are,
that is, beautiful.
I carry my ever still blood
in my heart.
I carry my ever salt tear
in my eye.
I carry the angel
MIRACLE OF LIFE
:bulletred:real,incredible, epic lesson about survival and life---->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU8DDYz68kM:bulletred:
Please watch!
© 2008 - 2024 Vendegor
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"Dance" written by wizfrikiman
Shut your darkness in the closet,
come along the washing room!
I'm the dancer, hopper, cobbler,
give some hands for me to hold.
Ignorance, the secret in the lights.
Moving bottles.
Bouncing guitars
distorted in your cortex.
Ha!
Bring it, pull me from the floor.
Show me the door.
You know better than me.
To hell with you, I'm the dancer.
Distortion.
Countless beats heard before
but never like now. Amazing.
Kills me to explain, the feelings are in.
You'd never understand, this is mine.
I'm the dancer, glancer,
faking singer.
Holding the air, it's my weapon, yeah,
what's the problem? Ever tried it yourself?
Yo! I'm the dancer, slicker, sucker,
get away from me, I won't drink you.
I'm the dancer, expert, kisser,
you lambs will never understand.
© 2008 wizfrikiman. A little piece of gift art for vendegor.
Shut your darkness in the closet,
come along the washing room!
I'm the dancer, hopper, cobbler,
give some hands for me to hold.
Ignorance, the secret in the lights.
Moving bottles.
Bouncing guitars
distorted in your cortex.
Ha!
Bring it, pull me from the floor.
Show me the door.
You know better than me.
To hell with you, I'm the dancer.
Distortion.
Countless beats heard before
but never like now. Amazing.
Kills me to explain, the feelings are in.
You'd never understand, this is mine.
I'm the dancer, glancer,
faking singer.
Holding the air, it's my weapon, yeah,
what's the problem? Ever tried it yourself?
Yo! I'm the dancer, slicker, sucker,
get away from me, I won't drink you.
I'm the dancer, expert, kisser,
you lambs will never understand.
© 2008 wizfrikiman. A little piece of gift art for vendegor.