Aangezien ik deze gister niet mocht posten (had er al 2), dan nu een van mijn (imho) best gedichten.
Plaatje kan wat langzaam laden, staat op persoonlijke webserver, en dat is maar 16 kb up. Plaatje is niet het belangrijkste, dus zo erg is dat niet...
Read'm and... tell me what y' think.
For Clowns' Dreams only
I feel like spinning in circles
Counterclockwise to the ones in my head
Smiling at clowny faces in the windowset
Feeling the golden rays of sweet tragic death
What is a crime
When commited only in mind
What is illegal
When leaves fall and tears keep running down
Trouble my sight
My believe is that it's the revolution
The revolution just for me
Everything eventually goes black and white
Or just black, or just stop to be
I apologise for stirring your soul
Apologise for letting it fall
I know my tenderness failed me
I read it off the note on the wall
Now all alone here
In this solitaire place
I try to make it all undone, I try...
"Expunge, delete... Erase..."
But it all happened yesterday
It all worked out fine
I know what colours I painted here
I know you'll never be mine
Pictures reflecting sunlight
And that reflection shining in my face
Blinding me, binding me. Stopping me
from leaving this place...
En ja, ik vind clowns fascinerend.
En ja, ik vind clowns het ultieme teken van droevigheid en dood.