The banks burned down, The women cried hysterically, The men jumped from the buildings. We knew it was coming, They warned us many times
By A.A.Labout a year ago in Poets
And once more, The kings will be crowned With lily flowers And showered In golden sunlight, Until eventually Shadow will consume all
I could very well forget myself, All the way to my name. But I would still hear her Calling me as though We shared a single soul
With me she was so much, But alas I lost her Just as she lost herself. Years later I found her, In the devils garden
Que vais-je faire de ce temps qui me reste Ce temps qui me parait vide et non connu Je pensais l’avoir rempli d’un futur
In the blue River of Hatred The white petals drifted And floating in the water, A man destined to wither.
To deter my eyes from the Eternal, Ever loving she would entrance me With the mesmerising movement Of her curved forms.
My best work has yet to be written And perhaps never will be. Everyday, my art gets corrupted by the mediocrity of my own mind and thoughts.
She was like a lump of clay, Influenced by everything I said and did. I moulded her with my rigid frame, Sculpted her mind and thoughts
In the snow I lay, Angels appear around me I stay a while
Earth, so still and calm Through the soil and rocks and sand Foundation of life ------------------------------------------------
Earth Burning leaves of fall The rich soil sustains our lives Gives back to us all Water Quietly rippling Water flows in harmony