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Peter Posted 22 years ago
Girls'n'gods
Keep on giving, keep on giving
Keep on loving and it never ends
I pour out my heart to everyone
Pouring pouring pouring. It gets me less then sympathy
The white winged angel sends out his love for the serpent
Continuing in spite of warnings, fueled by the incredible moment in his memory
As he types he turns from angel to wretch
He can’t stop though; the moment bathes everything in perfect understanding
His fingers describe worlds, light, love and clarity
He knows he can’t have her, but he knows he must
He won’t stop now. His actions are branding him
He knows this, He gambles more and more
He gambles it all for the sake of love
Then understanding
And finally peace
And he has lost.
It won’t make any sense to him anymore
What has he lost?
His hope?
His heart?
His dreams or his dignity?
Perhaps he lost his innocence and he desperately wants it back.
Perhaps nothing was lost and something got stolen
Of course only he knows why he kept playing. Which is a shame.
Why would that happen?
How could that come to be?
Such a good match, thrown together with the harsh ending?
Is that the way humans behave?
You really have to sit down and ask yourself the question.
What if something really IS messing with us?
Keep on loving and it never ends
I pour out my heart to everyone
Pouring pouring pouring. It gets me less then sympathy
The white winged angel sends out his love for the serpent
Continuing in spite of warnings, fueled by the incredible moment in his memory
As he types he turns from angel to wretch
He can’t stop though; the moment bathes everything in perfect understanding
His fingers describe worlds, light, love and clarity
He knows he can’t have her, but he knows he must
He won’t stop now. His actions are branding him
He knows this, He gambles more and more
He gambles it all for the sake of love
Then understanding
And finally peace
And he has lost.
It won’t make any sense to him anymore
What has he lost?
His hope?
His heart?
His dreams or his dignity?
Perhaps he lost his innocence and he desperately wants it back.
Perhaps nothing was lost and something got stolen
Of course only he knows why he kept playing. Which is a shame.
Why would that happen?
How could that come to be?
Such a good match, thrown together with the harsh ending?
Is that the way humans behave?
You really have to sit down and ask yourself the question.
What if something really IS messing with us?
Top answer
***, what a poem!!!! What does the last sentence mean? I would say it's an expressionist kind of poem.
- ***, what a poem!!!!
- What does the last sentence mean?
- I would say it's an expressionist kind of poem.
- Each sentence makes an impression on its own but as a whole I don't get the meaning.
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***, what a poem!!!! What does the last sentence mean? I would say it's an expressionist kind of poem. Each sentence makes an impression on its own but as a whole I don't get the meaning.
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Hey if you build a bomb it goes off right?
to be perfectly honest I don't give a hoot about ***, I just want to lead a peaceful happy life.
Didn't you prefer the colourful quiet poetry?
to be perfectly honest I don't give a hoot about ***, I just want to lead a peaceful happy life.
Didn't you prefer the colourful quiet poetry?
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You don't? I like deep squashy styles if you see what I mean. My favourite poems, the heuristic ones.
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I miss the world being painted with joy
I miss being free
I miss the people I knew so much my heart wants to explode
I can't see though all this hurt, to the wondrous world that was meant to come
where stars ran like rain in plentiful showers, filling the air
where the walls and halls echoed with vibrancy
I miss hating everything for the righ
I miss being free
I miss the people I knew so much my heart wants to explode
I can't see though all this hurt, to the wondrous world that was meant to come
where stars ran like rain in plentiful showers, filling the air
where the walls and halls echoed with vibrancy
I miss hating everything for the righ
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I miss the universe painted red
I miss being free in my head
I miss my other half in my heart
I miss a world I never had
I can't see through my veils
the flowers tearing under the rain
the sounds of my bleeding veins
I miss your company
I miss you in vain.
I miss being free in my head
I miss my other half in my heart
I miss a world I never had
I can't see through my veils
the flowers tearing under the rain
the sounds of my bleeding veins
I miss your company
I miss you in vain.
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