Head up in Sky - ... of dreams forgotten and thoughts untold...
             
     

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The real moonshine Lady

One Day my dreams came to live,
She was dangerous as a knief,
Looked like the sweetest clementine,
And her tongue tastests of wine.

I saw her a week ago in the Night,
Until this time I fought my hardest fight,
I look for her on every place,
I wished I could fly to the space.

I really know she is there,
Sitting on a star somewhere,
Talking with the moon,
Wich will shine soon.

I often remember of her long golden hair,
It´s something me really care,
I belive I will find her one day,
Thats all for what I pray.

When I look in the sky my heart is on fire,
I hate feeling this, the pains are so dire,
I hope in the future I can beat ém,
In her honor I ride this poem.
 
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21.11.06
24.11.07 11:28


Soldiars

Soldiars are born to die,
Their mothers for cry,
Their enemys for the same,
Its the killing game.
 
He was a soldier and he went to the war,
Maybe he will never see the stars,
Again with his family,
Witch he leaves in the homecountry.
 
One night his time has come,
He takes his granat and his gun,
It starts his real first fight,
Gunfire throught the whole night.
 
He shoot down 6 men, until a bulett hit his leg,
The second crashs near his head.
He falls down to the bottom,
The enemys come, noone can stop them.
 
His leg burns like fire,
But his soul is getting higher,
Suddenly his eyes are open and he sees the burning roof,
Now he knows th truth.
 
In his last minutes he dammed the war,
Pray to his family so far,
Away from the place where he dies,
Right in this moment his wife cries.
 
Back in the USA but not alive,
He meets a last time his wife,
She wips away her bitter tears,
All statement of the president is "Cheers".
 
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- 9.11.06
24.11.07 11:14


Verstoßen

Ich schlaf am Tag, nicht in der Nacht,
Hab mir die Nacht zum Tag gemacht.
Schleiche bei Vollmond durch die Gassen,
Ich bin das was alle hassen.

Ich lebe im Dreck,
Weil ich anders bin,
Ich sehs ein es hat keinen Zweck,
Mein Leben ist dahin.

Wurde verstoßen von der Gesellschaft,
Meine Arrgumente waren nicht glaubhaft,
Zumindest für Leute die sich an altes krallen,
Für neue Ideen nur die Fäuste ballen.

Es lässt sich doch gut leben mit den alten Lehren,
Die Erde ist flach,
Wieso sollte man mehr begehren?
Es gebe doch nur Krach....

Aber es ist wohl besser wir sterben dumm,
unsere Zeit ist sowieso bald rum,
Sterben im Krieg um eine Lüge,
Hasst mich doch für diese Rüge!


- 8.11.06
22.11.07 16:39


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