Honesty in shining gold

I'll fall in the middle
a dip in the pool
with allmightygod's help
i'll breath the air of the misery
the misery of luckchasers
gripping after lies in the coat of Gaia

the luck dripps from my eyes
I'll send a tear of luck to my love
I'll kiss the poor farewell
and hope the death won't be to hard
I don't care, not more than the wind
nature doesn't care, why would I?

I'm just playing with the life
on one honest road
the fishermen under your bed
jumping up when you hope that I'm dead

Because I know how to make your life miserable
I know how to make teardrops into gold
just by beeing honest
I know all that you're trying to hide under beds

You are trying to hide me
under
Your
bed

That's just how it is
an honest luckseaker
can't talk about gold
in the same way

because gold to me,
is not the shining brick



Poetry by Angie-M
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Written on 2005-06-29 at 22:39

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
playing with life, it's all a game i think, from the cradle to the grave and who knows what lies thereafter.
2005-06-30