The PoetA poet does not write himself,The Poet
nor does he ever really read He simply mends words from shelves and constructsts flames from heat Combining that which is already there Gaining respect by filling many a quire But he simply tricks us all as we watch him reach into the fire Pulling out conjunctions and constructions made so many millions times before But the reader does not know these things for he hasn't live in days of yore
So we simply go on praising praising the poet by raising raising his pedestal sky high Unable to see the poet's staging
To take it all awayIf I were to touch you today To stroke you and caress you To move my fingers gently through your hair And kiss you ever so softly on your lipsTo take it all away
And press your body gently into mine I'd close my arms around you in a sweet embrace Watching the sun rise above the horizon and remembering the times that passed us by
I'd whisper litanies of love softly into your ear Whilst I drew our names into the sand You'd welcome the incoming waves To take them away
To take it all away
Desperation disappearsI lost myselfDesperation disappears
Once again In the distance Of the past and future
I live in memories My own, before today Everyday but today Tomorrow too, but not today
Why so difficult If it’s so easy Why so hard When it’s so easy
It’s too easy It’s no fun Only frustration Appeals to me now
Entertain me
With everything With nothing When all seems to be unreal
Maybe it is unreal Maybe it’s not Doesn’t matter The pain I forgot
What is human anyway?Like a cobra I will strike With fear in their plight Like a tiger I will pounce Scraping up their flesh in large amountsWhat is human anyway?
Like a fever in my brain Disease devouring the peaceful plains A dragon in my heart Fire intense behold the hearth The heart of the home My body my own
Like a tiger in my soul Power enough to behold No one sees what is inside Sooner express themselves when they hide This world not created for animals like us Too much pain, strife and fuss
Monkey's evolved into human parasites Their world dyeing beyond t
Experiencing Eighty EmotionsWith one note a song is made The sparkling magic wrought Floating on the spectral cascade Released emotions begin tautExperiencing Eighty Emotions
What is music but a feeling? Interpreted with the heart Strains and tones may be healing Though emotion and knowledge lie apart
The waves of sound reach out Pouring over your soul Many emotions on the same route Longing to be completely whole
Experiencing emotion Too numerous to count Adrift within the ocean Drowning from the vast amount
Nee, serieus, dat zijn best mooie gedichtjes die u daar zomaar even neerzet! Ik kijk uit naar de honingpot.
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Mind-boggling: 10^26.
ik zal me eens gaan buigen over de honingpot. Is de mijne al beschilderd inmiddels?
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"And we whose minds are so much one, Never, yet ever, are alone. " - K. Philips
but i uploaded it again
thanks for the fav
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"And we whose minds are so much one, Never, yet ever, are alone. " - K. Philips
Gotta love the Turtles!
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"And we whose minds are so much one, Never, yet ever, are alone. " - K. Philips
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She can't hold her own/
who would have known?/
She is misery's company.
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"And we whose minds are so much one, Never, yet ever, are alone. " - K. Philips
Really appreciated !
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