It has all passed
It was over by the seconds last
Breath of air
Shed of tears
Silent wrath
In rage

It has all gone
It all faded out with the dying dawn
The heath of whores
The bath of boredom
Suddle slivers
Of hope

Yet when the nightingale sings its tune
We take time to stare at the glowing moon
We take time to see the slingering fumes
Rising up from our cups of coffee

We take time to remember our children
We take time to remember that old oak tree
There the nightingale sits, perched in abliss
Singing songs that take us away

To the days of our youth
Singing songs that will wake up our ways
To the days of refuge

Singing songs that will make up for waste
Singing songs that will lessen our haste
Singing songs that will bless our dull taste
And let us live our life anew

Yet when the nightingale does come along
All the new hope that it brings in its song
All the new hope that it so lightly weaves
All of this hope falls away when it leaves

When it flies into the grim and grey sky
And we mournfully wave it goodbye

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Oceans of gravel
Sprucken and cruckeleered
Seasons without change
The find is hidden here

Notions unravel
Lackered and littledewed
Sermons and swift babble
In this ruckus lose

Your soul and identity
Become one in a million
Ones you resent to be
You who are one entity

And walk the walkways
Barely seeing suns collide
Or rise in to open skies
Where the eagle sorely flies

Coughing abusive airways
Stairways to heaven eroding
The universe slowly imploding
In this gravel of oceans

Where people wonder in a daze
Where the streets crawl as an endless maze
And the hope that everyone asks for
Has died or lost its way -

Centuries ago.

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Gentle whispers, float through the fields
Jump! Move forward. Bow. Kneel.
Winds of wisdom, fly through the air
Catch it! Caress it! Relax, and stare.

There is no hope other than that what we make
We may fall apart someday, all of us may break
If we don't make our hope someday without regret
The opium in those wild African fields is the freedom

That you just might let
Take over

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He saw pictures in his mind
But not by simply looking
Yes we has numb and blind
Warm miso soup now cooking

He lift the spoon infront of him
Said "in my mind this is beans"
Since then and still to this very day
I do not understand what he means

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Sad are the endings
Every piece and part
But all ends end
And all starts start

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The book is capture two
The year is twothousandeight
And I'm feeling good
Oh yes I'm feeling great

Can you capture the moment?
Can you cage it like I can?
There is only one like me
That's me, that's who I am

I don't mean to be arrogent
I don't mean to be mean
But poetry like mine?
Is previously unseen

I may be rivaled by many
But defeated by very few
Who dares challege me?
In poetry, do you?

We all do our does
And live our dusty lifes
Do all for adrenaline
Sleep with each others wives

This world is way to dull
For humans like we
We are born by action
Driven by curiosity

We are tender and fragile
We are violent and wild
I am your nemesis
I am the third child

I have power and wisdom
In my words I revoke
The pieces I gather
In creativness soak

If you only listen
I'm sure that you will find
A long lost piece
Of your suddle mind.

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I went out yesterday
To buy some gold ore
From seven eleven
My corner store

But they were out of stock
And would have some more
First next week
So I went to seek

Other places in which I could buy
Golden dust for my darkblue sky
But they only sold clothes
And cheaply oiled fries

So I thought abould gold
And I thought about my life
And I though for a long time!
And then I realized

Why is it that I decorate my room?
When the sky is filled with stars outside
Why is it that I stare at the moon?
On cheap movies in which monsters hide

Isn't life to great to spend in a soffa?
When I could spend it up in a tree
Are you blind have you been brainwashed?
How are you living - don't you see

All I really seek is freedom
All I really want is to be free
I don't need questions or answers
I don't need electricity

I don't need economy or cities
I want to live in a small society
Where it doesn't matter if you are pretty
And you can sleep at night peacefuly

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Cluck Cluck
Says the Chicken
Moo Moo
Says the Cow

I just stare in aw
And say Wow

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8, rotate right 90 degrees.
Fly through bright skies and dark dreadful seas.
Around and around. Without limits. Without bounds.
Without motion. Without sound. Without sight. Endless might.
And power.

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Don't do
The drugs they give you
They might seem colorful
But they open doors to doom

A storm is coming soon
I can't see clearly here where I
Trample down twisted stairs my life
Is leaking like a broken pipe

But I can make it all go right!
I can fix the waterflow
All I need is a little pill
Just a tribute to perform my show

We go and go without no breaks
Gulping down our birthday cakes
I looked admiringly at the rope
All I need is time to confront

And to cope

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