re: a simple replyyou turned so thin she said no color on your face no lips to fail for me no hands to wavere: a simple reply
a cup of coffee and a forced smile to go some sugar in my cuts flows out from your look
you can call she said the door is open but every breath i take is making her fail
and when the smoke
is piercing through the window and making its way to my hands
i too fail to accept an enemy like time for a simple reply back from you
i wonder what you see and where you are i wonder what i feared
face in the smokescreen(verse 1; perspective: author) all the people in the concreteface in the smokescreen
sailed into a breeze they all shaved their brain
while the mustard gas kicked in
a rabbit in our headlights
jesus saved them all barbed wire for his people
was causing him to fall
(pre-chorus; perspective: author) every detail on the gridline but nothing to be seen is it really all that soothing so you can live without a dream
(chorus 1; perspective: character) i saw you on your own tv i read you on my accessed diary what the hell is all this empathy
Author's Commentsand here we are older cynical movements still in motion beauty still exists and reigns with every breathAuthor's Comments
the same artificials in their prime of self-indulgence the same night the same notes in the air
asking questions was a must and breathing fumes of art author's comments craving for the truth a line a murmur a revenant
tv explode computer abort breath passing out myself distort
channels for the wicked hunger for the poor voices for the dumb and women for the slaves
channel zer
the carnival string theorywhen i first took the trip through a lollipop's brain the last thing that i saw was the latter of my gainthe carnival string theory
an island pushed me off to a world inside my hand cyanide tongues laughed while they wallowed in the sand
dust frames in the morning distorted petals underfoot nurse a grievance for the next few days i'd save her now if i could
the next thing that i saw was a clam spoke to me get out while you can there's not enough for you to see
a horse brought up the idea "come ride with me, i'll take you where you wan
TEsT 1.2.3The Coffee HouseThe Coffee HouseThe Coffee House
Two handles for the perfect purchase, Presents itself on an offset table, The froth decorated with chocolate tornadoes. The lip mark and the powder coated rim, Hides the delicate flake. Spoon in hand, thought in other; The dark liquid flows; bringing forth its bittersweet warmth Leaving a smug thought and a white moustache, That only the tongue dares search. A thought ventured as the voices fade And the background music becomes every song you know And every song you are yet to know.
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Cheers
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Adib Behjat
Silence is Gold, Wisdom is Diamond
My Musical Track
Gifted Artist Prize
when I find the time, I'll post something new
Thanks for the interest!
Keep me updated
Cheers
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Adib Behjat
Silence is Gold, Wisdom is Diamond
My Musical Track
Gifted Artist Prize
maar ik vind het zelf ni goe
nu toch ni meer
wel merci, denk ik lol
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I'm able to give my love for centuries.
...but I have no time right now...
Hope ya all good and all....
-Rach
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"I must endure one or two caterpillars if I wish to become aquainted with the butterflies" The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
Have you seen my chicken? I heard it meowing somewhere on your page....i dont know, it keeps on slithering away!
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"I must endure one or two caterpillars if I wish to become aquainted with the butterflies" The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
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