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Every time I turned an inner eye
all I could see were infinite reflections of myself
in cold mirrors
with no flaws
But now I've started to replace each mirror
with an image
of you
and I smile
each time I turn
an inner eye
all I could see were infinite reflections of myself
in cold mirrors
with no flaws
But now I've started to replace each mirror
with an image
of you
and I smile
each time I turn
an inner eye
Literature
The Poet
The Poet:
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wonderin
Literature
There are Things Beneath the Garden
There Are Things Beneath the Garden:
~
There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.
There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.
There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.
There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...
~
There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.
There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.
There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.
There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...
~
I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.
I love this little g
Literature
Undying
Undying:
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put
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inspired by Kraftwerk's Hall of Mirrors (an amazing piece, a sound and word metaphor) : [link]
and this is a translation in German (with help from a friend) since the original by Kraftwerk is also in German
Spiegelsaal
Jedes Mal, wenn ich meinen Blick nach innen wandte
sah ich nur unendliche Spiegelungen meiner selbst
in kalten Spiegeln,
makellos
doch jetzt habe ich begonnen
jeden Spiegel
mit einem Bild
von dir
zu ersetzen
und ich lächle
jedes Mal,
wenn ich meinen Blick
nach innen wende
and this is a translation in German (with help from a friend) since the original by Kraftwerk is also in German
Spiegelsaal
Jedes Mal, wenn ich meinen Blick nach innen wandte
sah ich nur unendliche Spiegelungen meiner selbst
in kalten Spiegeln,
makellos
doch jetzt habe ich begonnen
jeden Spiegel
mit einem Bild
von dir
zu ersetzen
und ich lächle
jedes Mal,
wenn ich meinen Blick
nach innen wende
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I think this is the first literature I've ever favorite-ed. Wonderful.