Básničky píšu, není-li napsáno jinak, sám. :)

čtvrtek, 30. července 2009

130# | Bazinga


The question is, the cross is lost,
the question is we don't know the cost...
The question is, what lies at the door,
the question ism, what are we here for...

I lie, in this desolate sky, raining blood, drown the flood, here I waste my time.

Sundered shields, they had enough,
like backs of the slaves, of
endless work without any point,
only to, only to disappoint.

But in the end, the end of the things, there lies, there lies, the throne of the kings,
but when, but when, we reach for this mast, for we are now, bound to our past.

The question is, can we double our fists,
the question is, can we made it through the mists?
The question may be in our hearts,
the only way is to tear them apart.

neděle, 12. července 2009

129# | Protože to ruší!! 2

Twenty five times per a day,
I am watching this site but hey
she's not there,

Every single moment I
hear her voice but why
she's not there,

Simple words I ought to say,
complex thoughts I pray to may
happen...but they fell like leaves,
emotions oh those miserable thieves...

still

If it's raining I know that
when the sun comes later back,
it's just for you,

When I hear sirens weeping,
I hope you're not the one they're keeping,
please not for you,

Sunglasses can't hide my fear,
that one day you will disappear,
gently said and roughly beared,
you won't know that I cared,

all my fault and no more talk,
so shut up, go, you have to walk,
towards her house, give it a try,
or you will end up asking why.

sobota, 4. července 2009

128# | Bottom of the Bottle

Some things cannot be understood,
sometimes the bad things are for your good,

somehow it goes like every song has its end,

somewhat strange to call you friend,
we all knew it was coming,

like that strange sound of a bomb falling,
which you can't hear at the beginning,

you can't see yourself killing.
How to tell your patient that he's going to die?

Explain to a chicken why it has to end on a plate,

when you don't really know why...

Once again the time is your worst foe,

chasing your decisions and burning yout thread,

and you know so much you will miss her hello,

but you can't stand the pain in your head.