POEMS ABOUT THE FORGOTTEN TIMES

In his lonely chamber, sitting on the desk, Giving his thoughts away, Driving through his dreamlands, Is the writer, the poet, Writing, and never ready for a rest. I have visited him several times, He was never there, some say that are only myths, But I know, that his ghost is still, Writing, Dreaming and Singing, I know it, because he said, that he never dies! Poems of the forgotten times, Tales about tortured souls, Ready for you to understand, To take you away into the nomansland, Where everything's possible, Nothing is a dream, Poems of forgotten times, In a pocket full of dirty, lonely lies! He told me, that the language is a flower, That words have so much power. And now I hold this book in my hand, Ready for his nomansland. I leaf through the pages, Diving into his lonely ages! He never had a friend, Always creating his world of words, Until his time was spent. And now, reading it... hurts! Poems of the forgotten times, Tales about tortured souls, Ready for you to understand, To take you away into the nomansland, Where everything's possible, Nothing is a dream, Poems of forgotten times, In a pocket full of dirty, lonely lies! I make the last page in this rotten book, I know now, that this all took, Away, the dreams, Away, his pleasure, Away the power, the desire. Only lonelyness, forgotten, Soon only dirty papers, than finally all is rotten! Poems of the forgotten times, Tales about tortured souls, Ready for you to understand, To take you away into the nomansland, Where everything's possible, Nothing is a dream, Poems of forgotten times, In a pocket full of dirty, lonely lies! I use the pen to stick it in my eyes, because our world is full of lies, I use the words, Until it hurts! I'm the dead poet of a new century, Following him, in his missery! Because... just because... tell me... why... Poems of the forgotten times, Tell only about tortured souls? Are we never ready to understand, What takes us away into the nomansland? Takes us away... Away, Until we have nothing to say...

Samstag, 21. Dezember 2024

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