A wanderer, an eagle
with sapphirus eyes
balancing on air
on the roof of the world
in spirit and power
plant one golden branch
to grow seven trees
then burn them all,
roots and branchens,
leave nothing for them
let seven swans sing
to wake the pure morning
then up and vanish
in the eye of a storm
There’s always a Judas
ready to kiss you
for some golden coins
or a place in the history
..
I'm a man of many feces who's past is present.
And the Lord said: Blah, blah, blah.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
for the love of love
for goodness sake
shake my soul
waky-wake
My Blog
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We're the beaten generation, every inch of us battered by ads and diets the feeling of whatever you do you will never ever be good enough thin enough (fit enough) rich enoughhappyenoughyoungenoughhave... Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 13:50:00 GMT
