A Place To Rest The Mind
Ancient gods came to visit us
With thunder and lightning
At dusk claiming our attention
Demanding sacrifice and a gift
They never cared about us
In their huge heaven
Only our absence
Interests them
As that make the gods
Notice the empty void
They are
Did
Mythology
Razor The best thing about you
The Nostradamus Exchange Mechanism
Is now activated
That means you can ask your questions
About your future or
The fortune (or disaster) that will
Happen to your investment portfolio
Mr. Nostradamus will give the answer
To you in verse, rhyme or strange words
Your portfolio will then increase or decrease
People will be born or decease
Fall in and out of luck, love and boats
Wars will start and come to an end
All predicted by our excellent mr. Nostradamus
Wisely used our answering machine will
Make you poor or rich, happy or sad
All according the almighty will of the
Subconscious and Freud
In the end it all equals out
God gets annoyed and destroys the planet
Once and for all
Replacing us with an ugly red frog
That rules the universe for a while
Until….
Freedom is a great illusion
The worst form of dream
The one that exist
But will never reach us
Reality is the best thing
Still a really great illusion
So many holes in our perception
We change ways and our mind
Is always lost in that situation
We are lost in ourselves
Whatever we do
Our mind is our prison
Re
To create and being systematic
Was for a long time my dream
Now it is just in shatters
Not much left
But still the car must be controlled
The journey goes on but
With less and less
Tools and energy
Slowly by writing
The mind regain
It’s vigour and lust
For life and action
Waking up is a meaningless
Interruption of a dream
Being a wake is a form of suffering
Given to us as a punishment
For some unknown sin
Maybe we never happened
Being a chimera
Viewed by other
Chimeras
Life includes
Most of the time
Things in between
Rooms that
Are made for
Movement,
People perfect strangers
Passes by
On their way to obliteration
They are here just like you
Existing in perfect juxtaposition
To themselves like mirrors
For the sun
There are no message and plenty of messages
In this order
Running on hopelessness
Running my mind like a geme
Hate this life
Love this life
No sense
In this thoughts
Suntrade
Passion is a fake thing
Just like love
Still we need it
To survive in this
Complicated world
So full of traps and illusions
Just like ice cream is a
Substitute that
Becomes something
By itself
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
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It is all about words. Your words are enough to shatter someone's heart. Your words are enough to make a broken heart unbroken. Words have the power to change your life perspectives.
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