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#224 Truth Of

To me
True beauty
Is vivid
Yet polluting

To me
True art
Is a world
Torn apart

To me
True music
Is a sound
You don't hear

That even when
The silence sets
Can be found
In your ear

#223 Seldom Soul For Rock n' Roll

If you could rent me a seldom soul
Would I become one of those?
Those kings of Rock n' Roll
Maybe, I suppose

If I dressed up in vivid clothes
And jackets two sizes too small
And if I learned to scream and curse
Without a good verse at all

Then I could jump onto the stage
If I could jump that high ....
And kneel and scream out all my rage
At the taverns sky

And lean out and grimace strange
At my loyal fans
If I had a seldom soul
All I then would need, would be

A band

#222 A Friend

If you can't reach the truth
Then let me search for you
For everything does matter
In the end

if you can't find the tunes
That in your soul do bloom
Then let me lend a hand
Again

If you are lost and confused
Over both meaning and use
Don't let yourself lose
A friend

Who will help you whenever you chose
Together all lost lines fuse
And all your broken parts and pieces
Mend

#221 Strife For Ends Of Life

Oh holy ghost
Will you let a stranger
Cross you
Oh holy ghost
Will you become then
Cross too
I'm whole at most
In soul and oath
I cloak my emotion
I loath to go
To the otherside
If it exists
I don't fear
The burning pits
But if they are there
I lack a bit
Of self redemption
Too much esteem
Or too little green
For me to mention
In my testament
Can't leave behind
Much of property
Or of mind

I didn't live in poverty
But still I find
That wherever death leads me
It won't enrich me

So indeed, see
Life is peachy.

#220 With Humankind In Mind

In space we land
So let's hold hands
Our race supreme
So wide and grand

We race with bands
The binds of time
Our race so bland
So pale and prime

Us primates plan
Oh humankind
Our lives of man
We stride and shine

We smide our plans
And scheme to be
The utmost strand
Of all that's free

#219 Inriddled Such

If you listen
To this moment
All the visions
That bestow

The mission
In it's omen
And the future
Is here now

Your impression
Is my mirror
To the tension
In this world

Is of lesser
Value then
Than the trails
Of my pen

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