Monday, September 15, 2008

Wake Up !

Time is up, time is up
Speak up,  standing up
Wake you up from death
Raise you up from earth
Your legacy has been respelled

Heart

Curve-shaped inner thing of all the riches
Fragile by torn and gentle touch
Five-side with corner in the middle
The middle dart where to surpass


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Waiting For Glory Days

I'm looking for those days
When grasses and stones were marching on
Birds and insects to sing their praise
To me it always be

Fell like depart from real thing
To neverland foll of cherishes
In fact, I was dreaming
And wandering I were a king

Big Aim Takes Long

You refuse when the bell tolls
You disbelieve in anything
Like a house with spider webs
That is the pose of complicated mind

Don't take further if that is hurt
Don't place your faith when hesitate
All belongings are not possessions
If one cannot drive the passion

Hear the voice, the voice remains
While the silence colors your days
Beware of thoughts of the wisdoms
For all the pictures will slowly fade

A buck of flowers like bottles of wine
Both capable of get you drunk
Once this signal begins to break
There won't be place for to morrow