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| Dreams are what they are...visions unattainable But Promises of Youth...are never what they seem to be. When i was young,i knew not where life was taking me Living unstrung, i knew not where life was taking me There was a promise, of extended youth and miricles They never came, oh who is to blame? Times were good, times were bad, time is passing on, they're gone Turning older with each day, i am losing hold today, time is passing on, slipping on Wild Promise of Youth, given without a second thought Never to be kept, like hidden dreams we all have sought. Waiting for something to happen, but no miricles come your way... It's the same old story, those promises fly away... Dreams have come, dreams have gone, try to catch one, its gone Promises of Youth, dreams in old age, one not so unlike the other, lost in a silent rage........ |
| PROMISES OF YOUTH |
| Raining down in cold engulfing perfection its silent touch inciting poetic gloom memories gather in puddles, strewn across the terrace..... The sky has shown one star inside the moon time is here and time is fear, my time is near inside this sphere my thoughts arrive in silent ways, the rain comes down on dark cafes'........ The blinding brilliance of lightning through the window the crashing sound of thunder thru my ears the slamming door, the stranger i've waited for Lead me to my future, destination unknown time is here and i feel strange, i see a castle in a distant haze a dark passage leads to my fate, the rain comes down on dark cafes'....... |
| DARK CAFES' |
| Stairways, leading into the dark, dreamscapes , a private mental park Cellars, a lower form of life, dancing, an artless form of strife Dream Cellars and Dance, living a circumstance.... Letters, revealing hidden sentiment, visions, blurred by dim resentment Dancing, in Dream Cellars, aging, an empty sullen pallor Dream Cellars and Dance, dark designs beneath romance.... Feeling, stone walls dark and damp, crawling, the mice beneath your cuff Smiling, in a sinful way, laughing, in the face of death Dream Cellars and Dance, living within a chance....... |
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