It’s just a tiny flicker,
in my hand it seems to be
a single point of light
and yet it mesmerizes me.
Can’t help but wonder what’s inside,
what universe lies there?
It makes me feel like I’m a God
and there’s an earth somewhere
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Crazy Crazy it never stops there is no time for punctuation
It starts off sounding like an elementary narrative
The alarm sounds sounds downstairs it's the neighbor
The neighbors are smoking probably smoking smoking
The toy on the desk moves moves it moves when you pull it
The trees don't seem to sway sway sway but they're so far away.
So How can you tell?
The toilet is never clean, spotless clean clean
The windows are open
Sometimes,
......
A centerfold with spine damage
obscuring the photos from how they were planned
Deep wrinkles on the page
Take hold but leave enough to see
except for the sentences lost in the ditch
Compromising just to fit
Is this worth holding on to?
Some people say I am rude, mean, a bully even.
They ask me if I get happy when insulting people, as if I am that cruel.
Well…
What they don't realize is quite basic human psychology.
Obviously something their limited brains can not handle.
Our words often describe us more than the person we insult.
Now is this true all the time? No.
It's just something to consider when someone says something about you that is not true.
Now, is it wrong to be straightforward with others?
I think you might get several different answers.
......
I gave what I thought was a gift, still it remains unacknowledged.
It might have started a rift, but I left it unfollowed.
But not all the wisdom of age is sage, some is sanguine.
Not all perspective has merit, some should suffer abandon.
The gift, when it's given, is riven with high expectation.
The hope, yet unspoken is broken when there's no elation.
The value's not hallowed, it's in the eye of the holder.
The gift's in the journey, you'll learn, as the gift grows older.
It’s just a tiny flicker,
in my hand it seems to be
a single point of light
and yet it mesmerizes me.
Can’t help but wonder what’s inside,
what universe lies there?
It makes me feel like I’m a God
and there’s an earth somewhere
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Een kind kijkt omhoog,
ziet wolken als bergen.
Een ouder kijkt omlaag,
ziet de zorgen in het gras.
Beiden staan stil
in dezelfde wereld
die voor ieder anders beweegt.
Ein Kind blickt nach oben,
sieht Berge in den Wolken.
Ein Erwachsener schaut nach unten,
findet Sorge im Grass.
Beide stehen still
in derselben Welt,
die für jeden anders vergeht.
A child looks up,
sees mountains in the clouds.
An adult looks down,
sees worry in the grass.
Both stand still
in the same world
that moves differently for each.
The colour I always picked was you,
Making everything gorgeous—
that's your hue
That was consuming fast.
In my book, you,
the colour which dominates the vast.
Never knew,
the ink was getting low and low,
The marker was getting faint and slow.
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