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  • Call in the drummers

    A clear case of selfdeception I could even fall in love a matter of perception another point of no return let me tell you what I’ll learn it’s nothing again If I wasn’t such a cynic I could believe so put me down for two times merry ...

    Call in the drummers

    A clear case of selfdeception I could even fall in love a matter of perception another point of no return let me tell you what I’ll learn it’s nothing again If I wasn’t such a cynic I could believe so put me down for two times merry ...

    Posted: January 23rd, 2006 ˑ  Comments Closed
    Filled under: poetry
  • Amsterdam Drum

    I thought I saw the light today Without pain, without pay And the dream passed me by As the leaves blew along The talking men I fought the war and decieved them all Last night, just after fall and the devil on the bench Didn’t mind me ...

    Amsterdam Drum

    I thought I saw the light today Without pain, without pay And the dream passed me by As the leaves blew along The talking men I fought the war and decieved them all Last night, just after fall and the devil on the bench Didn’t mind me ...

    Posted: January 23rd, 2006 ˑ  Comments Closed
    Filled under: poetry
  • adagium

    everybody just wants to talk while no one’s listening they all walk that walk all our souls are blistering who’s steering your life who’s life do you live ready to complicate that rage always stay in pole position whatever you do hide that age are you meeting ...

    adagium

    everybody just wants to talk while no one’s listening they all walk that walk all our souls are blistering who’s steering your life who’s life do you live ready to complicate that rage always stay in pole position whatever you do hide that age are you meeting ...

    Posted: January 23rd, 2006 ˑ  Comments Closed
    Filled under: poetry
  • a craving

    I’m craving for a familiar face and I’m planning on a friendly fase some smile to keep up with my cynic pace no carpe diem yet but an old friend sure would be outrageous as all is breaking me apart piece by limb -1988-

    a craving

    I’m craving for a familiar face and I’m planning on a friendly fase some smile to keep up with my cynic pace no carpe diem yet but an old friend sure would be outrageous as all is breaking me apart piece by limb -1988-

    Posted: January 23rd, 2006 ˑ  Comments Closed
    Filled under: poetry
  • (among) my peers no.9

    And there I was with pain and poems with music and forgiveness with love with paintings Now here I am ain’t got no story ain’t got no rhyme ain’t got no beat ain’t got no hope ’cause all I’ve got is memories of a road that streched ...

    (among) my peers no.9

    And there I was with pain and poems with music and forgiveness with love with paintings Now here I am ain’t got no story ain’t got no rhyme ain’t got no beat ain’t got no hope ’cause all I’ve got is memories of a road that streched ...

    Posted: January 23rd, 2006 ˑ  Comments Closed
    Filled under: poetry
  • (among) my peers no.8

    going the same direction his faceless expression —– her pointless affection the marketeer at the turnkey wants no messages he’s working for the people selling passages for the masses now heading for the great perspective it’s all so effective (and great too with those neat passes)

    (among) my peers no.8

    going the same direction his faceless expression —– her pointless affection the marketeer at the turnkey wants no messages he’s working for the people selling passages for the masses now heading for the great perspective it’s all so effective (and great too with those neat passes)

    Posted: January 23rd, 2006 ˑ  Comments Closed
    Filled under: poetry
  • (among) my peers no.7

    listen, she’s hearing you allright deafness one step beyond your fright see, she’s watching you all night blindness refelected by the sight so watch the siren and hear the signs to live outside the rules you gotta be true she’s waiting now and even then way back ...

    (among) my peers no.7

    listen, she’s hearing you allright deafness one step beyond your fright see, she’s watching you all night blindness refelected by the sight so watch the siren and hear the signs to live outside the rules you gotta be true she’s waiting now and even then way back ...

    Posted: January 23rd, 2006 ˑ  Comments Closed
    Filled under: poetry
  • (among) my peers no.6

    are you even there since I am not even here YESNOwhat’s the sense of this fall what’s the use of it all all these times while walking the boulevard of broken dreams going back to the manger in anger doing what I have to do anytime that ...

    (among) my peers no.6

    are you even there since I am not even here YESNOwhat’s the sense of this fall what’s the use of it all all these times while walking the boulevard of broken dreams going back to the manger in anger doing what I have to do anytime that ...

    Posted: January 23rd, 2006 ˑ  Comments Closed
    Filled under: poetry
  • (among) my peers no.5

    hey hey what a great day it was on which the misinformation peaked and the news manipulators tweaked and the solitude boy on the top of the hill decided to try the mountain for a thrill did it really need to be so plain was it really ...

    (among) my peers no.5

    hey hey what a great day it was on which the misinformation peaked and the news manipulators tweaked and the solitude boy on the top of the hill decided to try the mountain for a thrill did it really need to be so plain was it really ...

    Posted: January 23rd, 2006 ˑ  Comments Closed
    Filled under: poetry

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