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I wanna contact with you girl I wanna contact with you I wanna contact with you girl I really do I see you In the night you will shine Your slide dance that is mine In the night you will shine Your glide dance that is mine I wanna contact with...

Hello, you brown cloud From the beach Bahia, We build our love in the sand Look for look The eyes sparkle Stars lights are love drunk Hello, you brown cloud From the beach Bahia, Samba Muse lit the sky Hand in Hand Walking with you through...

It’s left the shadow of a man Relic of the person that I am A picture of anger and grief Nothing else left in what to believe Sunshine fading, Saying goodbye I am gazing with closed eyes Into a sky without clouds But minds are all blacking out...

Are you the lady With the dragon's on your hair Are you the lady With the children on your chair Sun and moon eclipse Took it all away, Shroud boundet with Love of mother.

Warm wind with eyes Stroking her hair, Blue ozean of thoughts Deep in her heart, Sun kisses from jupiter moon In the lake of lips one dove, White feather without a face Weighs heavily at the moment, All what she wanted the girl from Bangladesh...

I am walking through the shadows Searching a ray of light But here I got nothing else than My pain and the endless night Can someone show me where is the way Can someone show me my fucking way Show me my fucking way Show me All life searching and...

Hey baby take you the dance For a little boogie Hey baby give you me a chance For a little romance Lean back in my charms Lean back in my arms. Your moon light is shining Love is grant and hold my hand Your moon light is shining Love is grand and...

Babylon We fight with fire We build with blood The world is on a pyre The world drowns in a flood Watch us die, watch us live Watch us take but never give Black flags rising On the edge of horizon We are legions of anarchy Of a long lost destiny...

The journey of the Wishfulthinking For long, long time it slept in me, but somewhen it awoke, wove thoughts with dreams within my spirit and I began to write. ◦~◦~◦ But as I show my words to other ones outside of my surrounding...

Summer wind I'm gonna miss you If the sting was like a bee I'm gonna miss you As the wine in the cup skipped I'm gonna miss you When the lips bent I'm gonna miss you You sweet fruit of summers I'm gonna miss you We linger...

"Best" wishes on your further way... May the road arise to defeat you. May the storm always blow directly in your face. May the rain fall hard and cold straight into your neck. May the desert´s dryness come upon your fields. And...

Can you see it You can't live without me Wear the coat of love inside you. Can you feel it You can't love without me Wear the summer of united inside you. Oh, sweet Ginger With you the stars see Oh, sweet Ginger With you the stars see.

Once in the night There was a knight Named Clyde And he might Be all right. He flied From Bide- fort, bright To see this sight Outside, During the flight, In such a height. Next to his site, There was a guide, Quiet Thinking: Flying isn’t...

51 of things called years celebrate one day 51 of things called seconds do not even count a minute 51 one of things called moments are still priceless ageless, random, speechless 51 of things called silence fill my day, words not needed

Here at the cemetery where everything's cold I listen to words that have never been told. The minds of the dead, their immortal essence, are talking to me and I feel their presence. They tell me about their thoughts and their dreams and that...

Run up the hill of damnation But don’t blame me for saving you Time’s floating with the wind This cruel day and I, your only relation Forget about the falling leaves Rotten they lie, without a sense of sin You’re my only disease Now I’m...

what does it mean? does it mean? nothing anything do you mean? you said you'd stay in any way for everyday you said you care and we would share what does it mean? does it mean? something everything or none at all? I thought I'd trust I...

. The writer of my poem The ghost of my mind, is the heart of my poetry. .

if a point of view turns blind the beast might have already eaten the picture

She likes your Mundstück and listend all You play. Sie ist ein Miststück and want that You all pay. She loves You backstage makes trouble with Your fans. She is an teenage and bindet deine hands. Trompetboy be careful believe alone Your...

Away, away! This land does not feed a man anymore. Off to England! Lost! Come home, come home! Your land lasts the same, still!

after all is said and done questions called pictures run moving artists silent story painted footprints blueprints worry oh, my love my only flower seasons shaped you bees broke free sometimes all the role play drifts sometimes even poles...

we miss it and then miss it.

If only we could find the words to describe... If only we could trust each other again... If only we could forget... If only there was a way to start all over again... but we won't.

I'll rip you into pieces change living into dead and if I don't succeed now I'll be back

While you're on LSD, your lonely trip, I am doing blind free climbing, to care for my body own drugs, listening to unendless silence of inner peace and balance drawing the scurillest pictures with the colours of my heart and dreams and...

the "could have been done, what should have been done" never worked the "who's in charge here, headrolling twister" never looked

I hate your name, I hate your face, I hate everything but you. I hate the way you bring me down, the way you always made me smile. I hate the memories of you, the fact that they are past. I hate everything but you, cause you are whom I love.

the pains of heart the questions sigh one nighting.gale mechanic thoughts the lighting pale until no reasons fly

Another toast to the lassies I would like to propose a toast to those who accompany us men. While we always see ourselves as the cavemen hunting the game while the women tend the fire, we probably need a little rethink. What are women? A nasty...

While the angels watching over us we're losing ourselfs in the breath of the cold wintermoon. Taking footstep by footstep life's running out of time. In the coldest nights i've lost my mind. Was losing my inner navigation - was...

let me tell you my predicament my heart at times so lost in dreams called to awake and whilest the storm would tear at all the leaves this day would not wake up i dreamt, there could be light i dreamt, of course the dream had sight but eyes are...

Because I miss her More than words could say And I think I’m crushing Around 4 each day My thoughts keep racing Like a skate parade I don’t know what I’m here for. Can’t leave. Can’t stay. Can’t say This brutal beauty On fragile feet...

a flight of flies a fight of lies and many unexpected good ol' good-byes

If I had a country, in which I would be home, not only as death-dedicated to visit, a Caesar in the honour or thousand voices, to the weathering applause. Not for field and ear, to the choirs of Unrest. I would begin, on each new morning a new...

slow these words have a seat do you want a cup of coffee do you want to meet? a doorbell rings a doorbell brings another stranger thats how we meet lets face it from stranger to stranger

a texture is small unit of words mixed and woven together to catch the light and color of a moment it may be dim, vage, faint, even drifting or strong, delightful, captive, inspiring or dramatic, engaged, sadden, or bright a painted writing to a...

Complicated whispering, thoughts in their great mess My miserable convinces and my false address Incessantly assurances, ‘We’ll never be apart’ And till the end the train of thoughts that crashed into your heart The ruin of those remains,...

don't trust me I'm crazy my heart is filled with ancient glow an indian queen remembered in white marble neither words nor silence are able to speak I cannot dream anymore my breath is my only relief

TROUT enters the pub, curtly greets the barkeeper, who is busy polishing glasses with a nod. He walks passed the restrooms and enters a back room trough a low door. Without taking a look, he closes the door behind him. When he finally surveys the...

jamming with inspiration we better be in tune there might be also a need for "clean ears" not all the music is played in words alone

Are you going Are you going to make me a Christian Are you going to or are you going in order to make me a Christian make me a believer But if you’re going what the hell is there left to believe in April 11, 2010 3pm

Can you hear my diseased heart? Can you see myself deep inside? And can you feel my misty soul? Touch my diamond tears. Touch and cry with my sad life. However, do not lose yourself

when the light's shining as bright as day, when the birds are singing their song, when the wolves are hunting their pray and rivers are floating along, what will you be doing, where will you be gone?

(A and B walking. They are middle class) A: And now for a nice stroll through the Royal Academy. B: I' really looking forward to the waterworks. A: Waterworks rule. (B stumbles) B: What the hell...? A: Look what's lying there! A...

Amongst all sprouts amidst the carpet flowering still weeding flooding song the summer steps from spring times call the autumn laws a moments flower stood embrace its colors dim delivering though underground despair a voice like wooden horses all...

That day I am about to talk about wasn't so special at all. At least from my point of view. A normal day were one thinks, nothing really special would happen, hopes it would indeed and goes around looking every where in case it shows up...