it's all at once or not at all
in the burning bush
in the forbidden valley
where a thousand suns upturned
turning in their perpendicularity
peculiarize you in turn
it's now or then in nevereverland
in this toxic dream
in the smoke that chokes
until you cry for that when
and the burning in your throat
will mesmerize your senses
and there is much to learn
and still we haven't got it
and the prophets foretold
that there would come a day
when peace on earth would falter
on the track, slippping behind
and third-place apathy
shrugging all the way
overtakes enmity at the finish line
but this is not a dream
but this is not a dream
of some half-remembered vision
indistinct and form-less and quiet
even from so far away you can hear
the waters scream
and the trees cry
wake up
wake up
this is not a dream
5 comments:
Woh, serious.
uh-huh, and anxious. I like it, it makes me think that it might be a good song if I could pronounce all the words.
Side topic:In all your writing Sky is there a song in there for Knackerson, soemthing that has a resounding Knick-Knack, clickity-clack to it?
word verification:iirkmu
intense.
Heh, my songs tend not to rhyme overly much, my poems even less so it seems - but if you see anything you like, help yourself.
Sorry for the long words, but really I just like the way they SOUND.
no worries.
i like the way words sound too. some long some short.
trees do cry.
and no, this is not a dream.
or... is it?
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