torsdag 4. august 2011

Why is there always a secret singing; when a lawyer cashes in ? Why does a hearse horse snicker hauling a lawyer away ? And I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes..



I am an idealist. I don`t know where 
I`m going but I`m on my way, so I hope...





Something won`t let me work with a will.
Something is lacking; Some stir, some thrill.


I can`t sit by day, I don`t sleep at night;
Something important I`ve got to decide.


To quarrel with someone ? With someone to part ?
To stay at the North Pole a year, for a start ?


Just living like this won`t do any good.
Perhaps, fall in love ? If only I could ! 
But, it would make no good...


Fall neck-deep in love as at school I once did,
In the seventh, Tenth form, At the first bid...
It is no good...


Like I used to at school, when I`d go deaf and dumb,
When I`d act like a fool, Till my muse would come.


And again in the frost, stand for hours at a time,
And again compose Love letters in rhyme.
For the poor and sick children.


And possibly those, brief notes so naive;
Some gift would disclose too fine to believe.


And my revelations would turn out to be?
I do not know...






To all my friends;
Remember the hunger disaster
on the Horn of Africa.


Where hunger is part, but
violence and death are a
daily things.


Where are we people, are
we civilized as can let this happen.


Where are Africa`s leaders ?
Can they not lead ?...
Are they just self-centered
egoists  or Human ? ...





A birch-knot,
Is like a human knot ...
A knife handle
Or a root
Some firewood under my arm
Can not help starving people
A song without words so far...
Will it help the children of Africa ?



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