Poems from dj.portner
Can you stand the beating of the drums?
1..2..3..4…
Constant and durable,
5...6...7...8…
Ruthless and determined,
9...10...11......
The light of day is fading,
And here we are waiting
For the Word that will surely never come
To eliminate the fear of death and dying,
And...
Why make the mice cry?
It’s not like anyone noticed,
They’re ever so quiet!
‘As quiet as a mouse’
Oh what a cruel phrase!
No voice, no...
My mind is a mysterious place,
Yet always remains a palace.
Don’t have to feel, don’t have to touch,
Just pure logic
With a sea of...
Alone I enter and alone I shall return.
My bones remember the first time I walked through these fields
And my blood sings like the robin...