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Stolen...dreams
Altered...realities
People...begging for release!
But it seems that no matter,
Where they turn,
They can never find their peace
It's stolen away,
Driving them to their knees!
(Stolen...dreams)
What are we doing?
What are we saying?
And where are we going to?
You say "Why does this matter?"
"Our dreams are shattered"
And hold out empty hands,
As your proof
What is stolen from one of us,
Is stolen from all of us,
And those empty hands...
Are the proof
Stolen...lives
Eyes opened...in surprise!
Meaning...hidden in disguise!
And it seems that no matter,
How much we beg and plead,
We see it blown away,
With a hurricane breeze
Stolen away from you and me!
(Stolen...dreams)
What are we doing?
What are we saying?
And where are we going to?
You say "Why does this matter?"
"Our dreams are shattered"
And hold out empty hands,
As your proof
What is stolen from one of us,
Is stolen from all of us,
And those empty hands...
Are the proof
Our lives are stolen!
Our loves are stolen!
Our dreams are stolen!
Our homes are stolen!
Everything we have, is stolen!
But our world wasn't stolen,
Because we sold it
What are we doing?
What are we saying?
And where are we going to?
You say "Why does this matter?"
"Our dreams are shattered"
And hold out empty hands,
As your proof
What is stolen from one of us,
Is stolen from all of us,
And those empty hands...
Are the proof
jlp July 20, 2008-Revised June 7, 2010
Altered...realities
People...begging for release!
But it seems that no matter,
Where they turn,
They can never find their peace
It's stolen away,
Driving them to their knees!
(Stolen...dreams)
What are we doing?
What are we saying?
And where are we going to?
You say "Why does this matter?"
"Our dreams are shattered"
And hold out empty hands,
As your proof
What is stolen from one of us,
Is stolen from all of us,
And those empty hands...
Are the proof
Stolen...lives
Eyes opened...in surprise!
Meaning...hidden in disguise!
And it seems that no matter,
How much we beg and plead,
We see it blown away,
With a hurricane breeze
Stolen away from you and me!
(Stolen...dreams)
What are we doing?
What are we saying?
And where are we going to?
You say "Why does this matter?"
"Our dreams are shattered"
And hold out empty hands,
As your proof
What is stolen from one of us,
Is stolen from all of us,
And those empty hands...
Are the proof
Our lives are stolen!
Our loves are stolen!
Our dreams are stolen!
Our homes are stolen!
Everything we have, is stolen!
But our world wasn't stolen,
Because we sold it
What are we doing?
What are we saying?
And where are we going to?
You say "Why does this matter?"
"Our dreams are shattered"
And hold out empty hands,
As your proof
What is stolen from one of us,
Is stolen from all of us,
And those empty hands...
Are the proof
jlp July 20, 2008-Revised June 7, 2010
Literature
nothing more.
the sun is fading out
she says
whispers turn the day
into dusk
and she runs
through night
past lightning
lamps
let's not stop
she says
let's not stop
she wants
to cross
a forest,
an ocean
pass
through your mind
but
she says
the sun
is fading
out.
Literature
Largesse
Imagine spraying the donation box grey,
Making it a gravestone and
Bow as if to pray;
But instead inscribe "He gave generously"
On the face of Paternoster square.
Remember to strip the cube clean,
Don your human skin
And bring our carrion
Luggage to be picked apart upon arrival.
The crows would like us to queue at gate nine,
And fill our pockets with cash,
Diplomatic immunity works well, so
We'll be patient until we crash.
The Empire of the Crow is a devious place,
So please remember, Sir, to keep
Antebellum in mind, we can't maintain this pace.
Literature
this.
you have shaded eyes quiet smile dark hair love ─
and I could do anything
if it wasn't for you.
collapse the borders on the edge of my vision;
everything's faded out to black shards.
It's cliché and stupid and it won't mean a thing to you, but I know
I won't be able to breathe when you leave tomorrow.
the shield whispering around my skin
was untouchable, I thought, perfect;
no one would be able to get in.
But you passed right through without even trying.
arou
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what about when the thing that was stolen cannot be gotten back? When the stealing of that took a fundermental part of your very being?
That was what came to mind at the end of this... however, that';s due to our person experiance and the way it makes us veiw the world. In general I think this is very well written and has a good message
That was what came to mind at the end of this... however, that';s due to our person experiance and the way it makes us veiw the world. In general I think this is very well written and has a good message