Wednesday, July 11, 2012

STRANGE

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SLEEP AWAKEN

Revelations cometh forth in dreams,
Solutions precipitates, so it seems.
Wake up friend its a mirage,
bottled up in worry, still in a cage.

Unconsciously, eyes close to be revealed;
Treasures, wishes, desires deeply concealed.
Honest trots in wonderland,
lost in space, cannot land.

Yummy chew on the pillows,
Rotating wide in space like ploughs.
small signs align with pricked sweats,
Buckle up, make strong your belts.

Awake my dear friends,
dreams surely has ends.
Precipitating state of minds;
aggravating worries it finds.


CRAWLERS


The world of the Knights around a table
Holding Swords and oats in all their fable
Shiny Armours and sharp protruding swords
They simply lack the ability of wasting words

Politicians are filled with the rage of acquisition
Filling their pockets with fame, power and intuitions
Sweet words of comfort for the masses at large
Aiming for the output that will make them enlarge

Night crawlers will never have an aim for achievements
They prowl the dark side of the world for all they meant
Taking from the subdued to get enriched
Yet they lack the ability to get nourished

Its dark and it filled with the smiling faces of prowlers
The plans to meet the desire along the way as broilers
Lost in the reasons beyound reality
they pride themselves with party entity

STRANGE

Walking the paths of no avail
yet awaiting the open ordeal
knowing in some few minutes from now
all i know will be just a season of snow

Out of the blues i had expected a hand
to lift me off my dirt and here i stand
Imaginations are wonderful for a dreamer
Danger lies ahead and yet seem greener

The streets were filled with drones
sidewalk alive with morons
heads straight and purpose aimed
undenied how much was tamed

Eyes filled with tears flood
heart with regrets, yet very odd
Then in the mist of my lost state
My mama's eyes in pain at stake

Out of the blues came a stranger
a notion outside my fear of danger
Changing the comfort of pavements
to a plausible nature of abandonment

Today i walk the streets of a strange land
missing the recipes of my homeland
but aspiring with the groups of hope
drilling deep to discover my scope

It thus seem a short message
but in here lies a lot of adage
we are more than what we can overcome
Anticipations will guide us for income



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