A society caste aside
Divided by prejudiced pride
Anchorage The arrow
in my heart,
To her memory.
To move on
Would be to
my heart behind
The wait ...Is it the..
.. Dead end of a deadened trail?
.. Sad end of a saddened tale?
Weight of the wait- a boulder
All this while a cold shoulder
Like sands of an hourglass reversed
Want to slip back through time versed
Through the regrets etched in my diary page
And erase the mistakes that took stage
The crevice inside my heart
Widened by the time apart
Filled by memories that leaves me vain
Of her smiles I can never see again
Result of the nerving wait
To be answered by impending fate
Equation of lifeLife is an inequation,
Too many people
Too many variables
I need someone constant
Someone of value.
Your world's turned
How do you
Let go of,
The one you
You'll drag her down
In a web
Of lies, trouble & misery
I turn for help
I trap myself more
So now ...
I lay still
Clinging to hope
Friends apartGood friends
But when they pull
In all directions...
Where do you go?
Do you stay ?
Or get pulled apart?
Solving a broken heartAn arrow that hit the heart
Shattered it when pulled apart
Scattered,a jigsaw puzzle in scrambles
Left him,nothing but shambles
Time apart - a daunting task
Too much of both to ask
(but as they say...)
Broken love can only be mended
By the hands those t'was ended
New depths discovered
The void that once did harrow
Filled by the broken arrow
A broken heart bound by a tether
A jigsaw puzzle pieced together..
Broken by an arrowShe cast,
And hit somethin'
But did cause
But she left
and with her
the arrow she took.
It wasn't theft
But the once
stolen was shook.
The repercussion was
In reality T'was that the
Fragile she'd broken
The pieces were too much to hustle
The once fragile now an unsolved puzzle
And in the while- he lost the smile
PerspektivenKannst Gold durch deine Venen schießen
Oder Blei durch dein Gehirn
Tollkirschenmarmelade auf 'nem Butterbrot genießen
Betrunken vor dem Supermarkt erfrier'n
Vom Kuppeldach des Reichstags springen
Oder vor den ICE
Tanzen mit den Lieblingsklingen
Im heißen Bad, das tut nicht weh
Du kannst zu Zyankali greifen
Zum Strick, der Wirbelsäulen knackt
Zu anrollenden Autoreifen
Großmutters Zauberschränkchen plündern
Die Apotheke überfall'n
Deine Zukunft weitsichtig mit AIDS verhindern
Oder dir spontan den Kopf vom Rumpfe knall'n
All diese Chancen steh'n dir offen -
Sie werden dir auf Silbertellern präsentiert.
Doch du? Bleibst stur. Egobesoffen
Verkündest du, dass keine Freiheit existiert...
Das Ghul, 19.1.2009
Freedom Square[READ ARTIST COMMENTS AND VIEW LINK FIRST]
First the brief bark of a gun
Its muzzle flashing silver teeth
And in the chest of everyone,
Came first fear, though underneath
Guilty thanks that they were spared
Then one among the crowd was pared
And made distinct by staggered step
With desperate sounds of bubbling breath
Her family gathered close about
But right among them stalked that death
Which comes for all, and oh they shout!
Though Babel saw our tongues diverge,
This scourge annulled by plaintive calls
To save her life while still she falls
On the pavement, gasping blood
Dark around her covered hair
How daylight burns in freedom square.
Grey Birds RoostingRemember remember,
The birds of September
That darkly floated in,
Before the sun-burst of colour
And heavy briefcase rain.
Before all falling shapes were lost
In choking clouds of concrete dust
And journalists, (that's full grown men)
Showed their tears on CNN.
But my diction only sours-
So remember remember,
The birds of September,
Gliding into towers.
And when you see infantry in the East,
The price of our peace.