ohh.. uhm.. this is well.. something i wrote for it must have been a while since... i did that... yes... well its inspiried partially by the death of a bird my grandma had... and then i think... it have some weird references to the fellowship of the ring
Or hit the heaven`s canopy again.
Only the wind will touch your contours
this rainy day.
A bird`s last memory,
Remember how his wings got
Cut, release Polly from the freezer
Where you laid for a year by now.
Now you lay there and never will
Remember.
On a hill with no name, between
Trees with no leaves you will not
Sit chirping on your twig or look down
On the ground from a birds perspective
Of things, you are bound to the earth
Now just like me.
You lay there between the trees.
I wonder, if I could end your suffering.
Fast enough, you don't need to cry
No more of pain, but I was never there.
You doesn't move.
You doesn't sing in the trees no more.
Following the winds where they take you.
See the silversingin brook reflect the
Ancient sun hymns in a mysterious way.
Now you lay there in eternal sleep, waiting
For the train to bring you back.
But nobody came to bury you, nobody
Sang the psalms for you, nobody remembered
You, but the melody of the wind. As you
Flew over the battlefield of life, with a
Confession in your heart, you sang it in
The hot summer nights of your life.
Forgotten was your epitaph.
As all the animals came to give you a
Last goodbye, they still didn't forget.
Mourn you for a short while, but they
Must hurry soon, winter soon come
to harvest The fields of fruit of life
the dove singing in the night, sings for
you, as a memory of your journey far
beyond, worlds we ever see, as it awaits
you now to see.
The owl looking thru the night wrote
The poetry remembering you, as you
Flew over the high grass and swirled
Around the sky with the howl of your
Wings.
They help each other to dig your grave.
As mice and rats carry you on a parade
Along the trails of the forest so everybody
Can remember this beautiful bird who
Fell in the battle of life.
An ceremonial rite of sorrow.
As you never was forgotten as you still
Was one of us. The trees fell a tear for you.
Nobody forgets you.
Every animal in the forest came to fell a
Tear on your grave, but only silence was
Capable to speak, but everybody felt sorrow
For you, they knew you, nobody would
Forget you as you had written the last lines
To fullfill the memory of our city of souls.
Forgotten you laid there the wind found you
But it was too late.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2007-02-28 at 00:08
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Bird of Passage
This bird's wing will never move again.Or hit the heaven`s canopy again.
Only the wind will touch your contours
this rainy day.
A bird`s last memory,
Remember how his wings got
Cut, release Polly from the freezer
Where you laid for a year by now.
Now you lay there and never will
Remember.
On a hill with no name, between
Trees with no leaves you will not
Sit chirping on your twig or look down
On the ground from a birds perspective
Of things, you are bound to the earth
Now just like me.
You lay there between the trees.
I wonder, if I could end your suffering.
Fast enough, you don't need to cry
No more of pain, but I was never there.
You doesn't move.
You doesn't sing in the trees no more.
Following the winds where they take you.
See the silversingin brook reflect the
Ancient sun hymns in a mysterious way.
Now you lay there in eternal sleep, waiting
For the train to bring you back.
But nobody came to bury you, nobody
Sang the psalms for you, nobody remembered
You, but the melody of the wind. As you
Flew over the battlefield of life, with a
Confession in your heart, you sang it in
The hot summer nights of your life.
Forgotten was your epitaph.
As all the animals came to give you a
Last goodbye, they still didn't forget.
Mourn you for a short while, but they
Must hurry soon, winter soon come
to harvest The fields of fruit of life
the dove singing in the night, sings for
you, as a memory of your journey far
beyond, worlds we ever see, as it awaits
you now to see.
The owl looking thru the night wrote
The poetry remembering you, as you
Flew over the high grass and swirled
Around the sky with the howl of your
Wings.
They help each other to dig your grave.
As mice and rats carry you on a parade
Along the trails of the forest so everybody
Can remember this beautiful bird who
Fell in the battle of life.
An ceremonial rite of sorrow.
As you never was forgotten as you still
Was one of us. The trees fell a tear for you.
Nobody forgets you.
Every animal in the forest came to fell a
Tear on your grave, but only silence was
Capable to speak, but everybody felt sorrow
For you, they knew you, nobody would
Forget you as you had written the last lines
To fullfill the memory of our city of souls.
Forgotten you laid there the wind found you
But it was too late.
Poetry by asshole
Read 396 times
Written on 2007-02-28 at 00:08
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