(to be read individually)
Rooftop poets dance in the rain
And hide away with quick disdain
As searchers stalk the roads
Understanding is above their heads
Dreamtime serenades
Fight hard to explain
Feelings that reality
Will give no voice
Taste the fear
Feel the pain
Rejoice in it
Let it set you free
Too many cigarettes
Too much stress
Too many margaritas
Too many senoritas
Mabe a tequila
Will help to kill the pain
Once more into the fray
Our hearts against our minds
Our bodies sit upon the shore
And watch the drift of tides
A quiet voice calls to me from an echo
The past repeats and the futures drawn
But how do I return to paradise
when it is where I stand
Crystaine bird figures,
fly on our escape.
Retreating from reality,
we take our medication
Young witches burn for truth,
that the leader hides away.
For the blood on his hands,
is only a grim reminder
The warm smooth smoke
Stabs at my lungs like a dagger
Bringing a feeling of restfulness
as it takes me closer to final darkness
The innocents have been led to war
as old men rest on their laurels
But peace returns with mutilation
as the old men pin ribbons to their chests
Escape from a lie
is slipping away on truth
And the lies grow bigger
to hide the pain
And I laughed in Death's face
for nothing could he do
Try as he might I was the one
Who skated on the edge never falling
My life is like a cigarette
discarded at night
Exploding on impact
the ambers die one by one
Take a ride to the otherside
With a one-way ticket going the wrong way
Roll the dice
Finish the game
When the mask peels from your eyes.
When the darkness turns to lies.
And the magic seems to fade away...
I AM YOU
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Taste the Fear - got to me as did a quiet voice teh innocnts remind me or ee cummings poems on war - the irony and teh imagery of my life is likea cgarette - i coudl see it