Stat: chew on liberty
(prozac side-effects)
A mouth opened, sleep breathes in slowly
quite an impact on a frail and fragile body
muddy morning after, stuttering lift
hesitating initiative, fast forward is fasting
lazy delay, all´s gone how can one give
hazy day, all´s dead how can one live
how one´s humming a muse confused
roller-coaster ride in randomness for amusement
broom away this battalion of bodybagpipemusic
bruised postblues from rock bottom basements
confidence locked up in the kitchen cabinet
insecurity installed itself, its evident
futures in the drawer its features forgotten
freedom in thee is picking cotton
in shades of grey sorrows is pointing out slideshows
power off, plugged out, feel like a torso
from brainstorms to tornado´s with weakness
waking up, you only lay on the mattress sleepless
this meekness of mind will it ever endorse change
utilize the tools to rearrange
all questions in your head make some noise!!!
study at the faculty of fuelling voids
things are still the same on the other side of the story;
the strange stomach-aches of veiled glory
you´d wish the mirror to reflect instant difference
locked in, this tabernacle your dropped in,
have trouble accepting the frame
how can one be inside a building without an entrance
this labyrinth is a library of remembrance
bought a membercard to observe the membrane
trust and aim,
rust and rain,
loss and gain,
i´m not trained to trust
i´m chained to loss
i´m chained to rust
time as a deadly venom spreads through this body
Showing posts with label patience pimped poems spoken word. Show all posts
Showing posts with label patience pimped poems spoken word. Show all posts
Monday, February 5, 2007
Sunday, January 7, 2007
patience wait for me! (i´ve pimped my old poems)
Patience wait for me!
Is patience still waiting
endurance continuing
persistence struggling
does mercy have sympathy
is discipline in charge
is discipline in charge
does love care enough
is vision dreaming
ambition aiming
hope desiring
respect admiring
has future passed
proceeding asks for a time out
are eyes seeing
fingers feeling
ears hearing
is wrath still tearing hearts and clothes
will vividness give up the ghost
patience wait for me
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