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Dragon Be Bop frilly sticky things making noises in the night scarying the scary people and the scaries hanging around in the gardens of deeply disturbed minds thundering at my window

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The world is to begin

Strange words stemming from a Facebook game and I ended up with the title. And now I found it on a note cleaning a HDD
It was one of those times when I suddenly had a song or atleast the lyrics. I have never tried to sing it or even put it into a melody. Here it is anyways:

You took All the broken pieces

Trying to start again

You looked So lost and lonely

As if this was the end

And I watched you In the mirror

Trying to explain

That all the things That lay around you

Were just pieces of your pain

 

Turn your back Leave it be

And walk on Towards the sea

Throw away This worthless load

And walk on The winding road

 

The world is to begin

Not end my friend

And remember restriction is sin

There is always time to mend

It is to begin

 

The chords Never changed

But the melody was broken

Still you played Tried to save

things that wouldn´t come again

 

all the words all the truths

all the things best left unspoken

turned a lover to a fool

and a mirrorman insane

 

stick

refr

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She sang to me (and told me no)

She sang to me
My sister Death
Of life and loss and sorrow
Her words bittersweet
My sister Death
Of a place with no memory or ´morrow

sister

She spoke to me
my sister Death
whispered of dust and lace
Traced my scabs
My sister Death
And kissed my broken face
sister2

She told me no
My sister Death
And brought me to the floor
And I cried out to
My sister Death
As I could bear no more

sister3

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Walking with Mind

 

As I walk a way
My mind trails my shadow

Buzzes around
sneaking in and out

tugging at my concentration
beating down my soul

Hey, it calls
Hey, it nags
Listen, I know what you are trying to do

It won’t work you know
It WONT WORK

Are you listening to me?

HEEEEYYYY

As I walk on and walk a Way
I leave behind…

For a while

A while of empty silence and then silence and then…

Hey, wait up
Why did you leave me there?
you shouldn’t have

I walk on and walk a way and think of water and stone and circles

and mind is lost in the rain

and mind is watching the stones in the water

and mind is lost in the joy of the circle

I walk a Way and mind is lost

Silence

Silence

Singing

And then…

Mind breaks in – rushes in

filling me with image after image after image

YOU LEFT ME AGAIN

Mind rage is my rage and jaws clench

and fists harden and

I am no longer walking a way but towards

towards in anger

towards in unrest

Mind is happy to be mind and fist is fist is red mist…

and then…

Water and Stone and Circle are all known to mind

And so…

Word

Word dropped
word whispered
word washed and repeated

Words in circles in spirals in water and in stone
Mind in words running and playing and finally loses itself

I walk a Way and silence and word speak

And so

A touch at my shoulder a warmth by my side
I walk a Way and the path is suddenly open

The Way – A way – a Way – away

I walk in silence and word

a way

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The Ogre

An ogre may be fair in appearance
and give chaste replies whenever asked
but a faint scent ever of death and decay
to the keen mind always a cause of dismay
Its bosom may be lavishly ripe and full
luring the mind as do red to a bull
but as you grapple and grope foolishly brave
the flesh will be as if fresh from a grave

I myself was caught in a trance
invited to partake in a terrible dance
as night was aflame and my cheeks did burn
I was taken aback as the mark of the worm
appeared on her brow ever so clearly
as she closed to devour me ever so dearly

2001