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DYNAMIC POETRY
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what tomorrow brings

can someone help me out? i'm so far away
i've been cruisin' around; no place to stay
no one seems to understand my way of living
does it always have to be about taking and not giving
you  never know what tomorrow brings

chances are that somebody's out there
in the wild streets of town who knows how to share
new york or antwerp, paris or L.A.
dark streets of tomorrow, don't lead me astray
you can never tell what tomorrow brings
my own maze

who is that angel
hot and groovy
got acquainted
we saw a movie
she's amazing
and yet it's spooky
that i can't find myself
in my own maze

i met an angel
tea for two
i almost fainted
don't know what to do
i feel so lazy
and it ain't no good
that i can't find the way back
in my own maze
computer mind

i had no intention to fall in love again
i just expected you to be another friend
strange, i used to go for the body not the soul
casual sex may be hot but the rest is so damn cold
i really thought i could read your mind
somehow i knew you're a virgo all the time
but more than once in a while you surprise me
it's been so long since someone could paralyze me

i must be out of my computer mind
why did i ever let you see my inner side

"you may thank me if you like, but please don't love" you said
that's a one night stand phrase often used in bed
i understand lines such as "get off my back"
so many roads to follow; am i losing track
confusion is my guide in this trip to the unknown
should i stop here or anxiously go on
if i'd touch you, i am sure that my heart will burn
and there is that fatal point of no return
second shot

the girl is new the girl is kind
her big black eyes have rearranged his dirty mind

the girl is wild the girl is neat
before he knows he will be tied up at her feet

the girl is fine the girl is hot
her kiss kicks harder than his very first shot

who is that pretty girl   that pretty girl
she's got this boy caught in a twistin' whirl

the girl is strong the girl is weak
curiosity is deadly week by week

the girl is nice the girl is black
like a stray cat she's the first one to attack

the girl is shy the girl is mean
her thoughts are lethal for every human being

who is that girl   who is she really
just antoher wake-up feelin'
number 28

every now and then my mind selects a name
and then i think about the good times before it became a game
girls seem to like to play with me as if i were a toy
it used to be the other way 'round; there's only joy
as soon as i start thinking that this could really work
i wish i had more guts so i could also be a jerk
all the jerks in town have a girl who sticks around
it's not that i am desperate; i just want to be found

i'll add her to my list of forgotten disasters
i wanted to go slow but things went so much faster
i really didn't mean to go on right from the start
never could imagine love could tear us apart

in my everlasting list you were number 24
and now i'm up to 27; i can't take no more
oh i have decided not to look for 28
i have to be sure this girl is worth the wait
the next love that i allow to touch my tender heart
won't be given the opportunity to tear us apart
can someone tell me how i'll know that this next girl of mine
won't be just the girl who'll come before girl 29

number 28
don't ever be the one i'm gonna hate
mirror man

the mirror man is always sad and serious
he's never full of joy and never furious
i always say hi, but silence is his word
why does he look as if he's always hurt

sympathy for that guy sounds really silly
always dressed up cool like rockabilly
i like him a lot but i can't really see
why he always tries so hard to copy me

don't cry for me mirror man
i'm not as sad as you might think
don't try this over and over again
please mirror man, sing

as far as i can see he's rather handsome
and still he looks so shy and lonesome
we could be friends and i wonder why
i see a tear and he looks me in the eye
days of may

i'm a sentimental fool who misses the days of may
although i live in the future i feel the past gets me in the way
and i don't regret my thoughts i don't regret my deeds
i wonder how much blood i've got as my heart always bleeds

i'm trying to get over her but she's always on my mind
as i want to get close to her i don't look so i can't find
another girl who means the same to this sentimental fool
who misses those days of may, oh man she is so cool

and when i think i'm over her there's girls i might like one day
but those nights ain't worth a second compared to those days of may
to give a definition of what's my paradise
is easy because i see it when i close my dreamy eyes
freedom by my side

why working for a porsche as a second car
my goal in life transcends a clean mawn backyard
of 500 acres and a swimming pool
sun-burnt muscles in small shirts are perfect for fools
a million bucks a month means nothing to me
if i don't have the freedom to be me
i love the birds that surround me when walking around
i love the world the way it is even if i haven't found
my dream girl yet and i don't care if there'd be none
carpe diem; i live my life and show that i have fun
i want to be free with a girl by my side
who understands this urge and wants to be my guide
in my search for love and in my search for me
that's all i really need to be happy, to be me
up to my style

i'm tired of being lonely
don't wanna be alone no more
i wanna have a girlfriend
who dares to open my front door

i ain't no casanova
ain't no keanu reeves
just an ordinary party guy
who's still there when each girl leaves

i need no famous filmstar
she needn't to be rich
as long as we can have fun together
she may even be a techno bitch

no qualifications
just someone who can smile
i wanna spend the following night
with a girl up to my style
too shy

when i woke up this morning
she was on my mind again
i wanna take her to heaven
even it's only to spain
she saw the runes on my heart
carved with everlasting words
tho' she always sees my smiles
she can't imagine how much it hurts

to see her with another guy
she's happy with that guy
that's why i don't approach her
i guess i am too shy

maybe i'm too much a dreamer
to live up to my ideals
she's got so much i'm looking for
i wonder what she feels
she has read some of my poems
she knows what's on my mind
the more i'm told to stay away from her
the more i believe she's my kind

but i see her with another
she's happy with that guy
that's why i don't approach her
i guess i am too shy
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