Quinta-feira, 16 de Junho de 2011

The Moody Blues Poems....

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Eager to find a way out…the man strove to all his greatness,

Dying to begin another adventure…

The gods told him to breathe deeply…and forget it.

Vanity & Hypocrisy always were the death of heroes…

Haunted by the memory of a lost childhood he reaches to fill the mind.

As the moon kept shinning, he knew that the return was imminent…

As feathers flew into the night the man kept making way.

Lonely, wasted & broken-down by meaningless wars…

As the cold foggy night passes he starts to rely in all that the book told him.

Silence is all he hears…as he never felt guilty for the choices he made…

Out of his own sky the poet writes his treasures into blooded paper.

Same old laughable and small stories, the ages taught him.

That were mastered by the main color of his ego.


Written by: David Nightingale às 01:50
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