Sunday, June 19, 2011

Postcard from Paradise.

Send me a postcard from paradise,
When you get there today.
You're far away from this rotten world,
It seems to have lost its way.

I know where you've gone,
They grow tulips in the sky.
They wear white wings with halos,
They have no reasons to cry.

Here the land is burnt and scarred,
From the fists of man and his iron bars.
The water has turned a holy red,
From fighting peace and endless wars.

We plant roses in the rain,
And hope that they grow.
But we'll cut them for the thorns,
As if we don't know.

So send me that letter,
That postcard from paradise.
Show me something better,
That I may smile with these eyes.

I know where you are,
There's rainbows everyday.
A cure for every wound,
And no pain in what you say.

Here a child cries,
For black gold we all weep.
In the face of our maker,
Our silence we will keep.

Every now and then,
Someone tries to fight.
But one man cannot stand,
Against all the world's might.

So send me that letter,
That postcard from paradise.
Show me something better,
That I may smile with these eyes.

Give me some hope,
Even if they be empty words.
I'll dream that I may join you,
In your perfect little world.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Red-taped message.

Why do you care,
How I live my life?
Keeping your tabs,
On who lives and dies.

The records show,
The numbers are clear.
In the mind of the people,
All that's left is fear.

Why do you care,
How many drinks I drink?
Feeding my brain,
Telling me what to think.

Stay in your temples,
With your holy idols.
Don't tell me what I do,
Is wrong by your morals.

Who are you to say,
The world is going wrong?
Does everyone have to sing,
The same damn song?

We don't need you,
To show us the way.
No need to tell us,
What to think and what to say.

We're better off,
With a lack of your kind.
We can put our troubles,
To the back of our minds.

With you gone,
There's a chance for peace.
A chance for silence,
A hope for relief.

So leave us now,
And take your pawns with you.
Your day has come,
At dawn we're through.

We're finally better off,
With peace in our minds,
The problem you are,
Will be the last of your kind.