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Showing posts with label Ideals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ideals. Show all posts

Sunday, 17 February 2013

One

I dream about this again and again
I dream about this at all times
I dream about a great crowd
Of women and men
In their primes
Crowd of joyful family and friends proud
Of a place where we're all together
Where there's one spirit
Where we're all one
With no conditions or merit

I dream about this again and again
About the preparations
For that moment we've all been waiting for
About all of us coming together
About us walking in a single lane
To be all one

I dream about our little world of harmony
About a place where we're all...
Where we're all happy
Where we innocently laugh at actors
And where we don't do what pleases others
But where we are what pleases others
And where other always want the best for us

Enter my dream if you wish
We accept a black soul
We accept a white saint
And a heart of blue
My dream is real and there is always room for one more
There is a place for you
If you like
Join us, let us all be one

Thursday, 14 February 2013

A Place of Honesty

There is a place of honesty
Or there is not, I do not know
If there is, it must be rusty
It must be where weed comes to grow

If there is a such place,
Then why men without grace
Spend their lives in a race
For sweet lie's embrace

If there's a place of honesty
A world would be so much different
It would make us all trustworthy
The truth wouldn't be so distant

But there is no such place
Or it would show it's face
For it would set a pace
And rescue us
From this disgrace

There is a place of honesty
For I am just angry
That my own words made it rusty
For that, I am very sorry

A Better World

The one who lives is the one who dreams of a better world
A light footed dancer who circled minds while their thoughts whirled

There is not a single place scratched by his big brother's pawn
Where a touch of his healing hand was never called upon

We summon it with a pen, playing with our finest words
We put together chords in accordance with its standards
We paint and we sculpture seeking its traces and records

We just gaze at a distance and we simply -
imagine