House Of The Spirits Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

Empire in the village
poor in the soul
a bare house
at the water mill`s bowl

Stranded at the location of the dike
alive, dead
only acting as a corpse '
after parental death

A life that feeds themself
from the emergency of the others
no real life
of insanity bread from brothers

A house full of ghosts
the knock of the night
Read thoughts
splashing merrily in the creek alright

A fisherman
in the hospital
karma
as the throne

Jinxed
the goods
unjust
is the reward

The carp and horses
which do you think
you Do not be worth
and even less your money, you link

The meadows and barns
and also the bowling alley
the only show is rotting
and reflect your delusion`s belly

Rely on your fields and also
the possession
because soon you get older
and your children lose their profession

Your thoughts read
the sad wind
forsake the village,
take with your child`hint

Never come back
because here you are hated
elsewhere be crazy,
so that your madness got faded.

None of us could help you here
no one you left ran to you
now you're broke
made angry every man too

But your lot here
was determined by others
sale now your Country
before your time is running out - crazy mother´.

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Floy Dy Ra,01-31-2014