Tuesday, 08 May 2007

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  Desire never to be understood as much rot is hidden in cuteness

  
  
  
  

  Return to the place that is deep,
  free from expectations,
  and trying to say too much.
  
  My DNA my guide,
  only impress in whispers-
  today I be like a ghost in life.
  
  Desire never to be understood,
  for they seek qualifications and dullness,
  give me the simple life.
  
  Sing not your praises, sing nothing-
  be yourself by not being yourself,
  tip-toe in life.
  
  People die here and there in this planet,
  some die laughing, and some die crying,
  and some pass in peace.
  
  Some hate, and some love,
  where do I lie?
  am I creep or sweet...
  
  Some find so much love in love
  and...so many tears follow;
  they reach for a dream that cannot be reached.
  
  Then people ask why I wonder?
  I should live more!
  But I see that hidden dagger in your hand.
  
  So much respect for position,
  so much is hidden,
  why pretend to be a flower in a Garden Of Eden.
  
  Jealousy in my past,
  excuses in the present,
  and me here.
  
  So many wars,
  so many deaths,
  but wars reflect culture.
  
  I have never watched a war to entertain myself,
  there are more innocent things-
  music will not save the world.
  
  Much rot is hidden in cuteness,
  there is a hidden beauty that is difficult to understand,
  more than just a waywardness from the path.
  
  Only sad people pretend to be a happy,
  do not judge the slow walkers, but care.
  Do not forget your service by your desires.
  
  Nobody is popular,
  Mr Popular only has the impression of Mr Popular,
  snack, crackle and pop.
  
  Make entertainment from philosophy,
  sing around a campfire,
  you know, burn your conscience.
  
  Buy yourself through life and choose sides,
  but credit cards are only cards,
  but dreams are more than dreams.
  
  So much nudity on the net,
  people seek a night of passion on flowers and roses,
  but keep your tongue in your mouth.
  
  More differences do not mean more wars,
  for brother fights brother, sister attacks sister,
  true friendship is a hard challenge.
  
  Create rapport, and be pretentious,
  sell to the desire to be accepted,
  sell oneself to the highest bidder.
  
  Bullets are also fired outside war,
  it is no secret,
  as labels are fire, you know.
  
  

  
  

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