The land has become what we dreamed. Greed has filled the spaces between reason and hope.
Of feelings that I hide away
There are words I want to say
But there is a price I have to pay
The echo of the sky is there
The calling thunder through the air
The small antelopes that stare
Caught in the burning glare
They touch the hidden heart
Of promises that start
To pull the words apart
With colours of the written art
I feel the wind pick up the sky
To give the eagle room to cry
Alone to ask the question why
Change comes floating like a sigh
I am ashamed for what I know
Of people and the seeds they sow
That kill the life with burning blow
The fire storms of madness grow
They suck the hope from frightened dreams
That flow across the land in streams
And bubble out in midnight screams
To tell me what the strangeness means
There is a strangeness in my mind
That makes the pictures I might find
Where love and hate are intertwined
Like lovers nervous to be kind
Yet green is coming to the land
Even I can understand
How to hold reason in my hand
Before it trickles out like sand
Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-04-19 at 00:54
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There is a Strangeness
There is a strangeness to the dayOf feelings that I hide away
There are words I want to say
But there is a price I have to pay
The echo of the sky is there
The calling thunder through the air
The small antelopes that stare
Caught in the burning glare
They touch the hidden heart
Of promises that start
To pull the words apart
With colours of the written art
I feel the wind pick up the sky
To give the eagle room to cry
Alone to ask the question why
Change comes floating like a sigh
I am ashamed for what I know
Of people and the seeds they sow
That kill the life with burning blow
The fire storms of madness grow
They suck the hope from frightened dreams
That flow across the land in streams
And bubble out in midnight screams
To tell me what the strangeness means
There is a strangeness in my mind
That makes the pictures I might find
Where love and hate are intertwined
Like lovers nervous to be kind
Yet green is coming to the land
Even I can understand
How to hold reason in my hand
Before it trickles out like sand
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 641 times
Written on 2012-04-19 at 00:54
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