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Harness your desire Like a windmill turning wheels To the flow of life

on my doorstep stands a wind full of promises betrayed by mountains

I have got the key to change myself and the world alas, the wrong lock

So long, Kitty-cat; the rain has overrun Your little habitat. Your bed in the dark alley, can no longer Feel the Sun, But can see the sally, Of an army of raindrops, marching towards the ground. I see you peek around, with your whiskered face, towards the playing ground. In a mirror you look, tucking your drenched hair with grace, like an adventurous book, Steps taken from a deer, with feet trapped in heeled boots, You glide down the alley without fear. You vanish at the turn; a magician's trick, That I would never learn. As for me, my Universe ends, At the little piece of road I can see; Whereas you had taken a sharp bend, I remain hidden,

Time passes and the day shivers; Not a sound in vicinity. Pine needle in nude sleep quivers, White cloak upturned, serenity. The Hunter's feet are growing late, His brow entrenched with frozen snow; Yet, in ambush, he has to wait, Till gleeful spring makes flowers grow. He listens to the silence of cold's espoused vale, in wilful wish: Why not his talking, babbling world, Perhaps be quite as quiet as this? If only winter's stretching arm, Could muffle tongues, and rumours sink, And then would I, without alarm, Finally, get to hear me think.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to do; So, I took a tarantula, And put it in a Zoo.

I thought I was omnipotent, And nothing withstood the force of thought; And all the world's a silken canvas, And all the colours my dream had brought. I, like Dali, twirling my large moustache, Could paint the Earth in dazzling hues, And play, till the master's echo Brought me back from my fantastic views. Sitting in class, his scolding bounced Off my head, into an uneven trance; And I smashed his million strong army With five steps of an apocalyptic dance. Free as a bird, jet stream billowing, I could fly to any distant land; Imaginary wings were sufficient in class, In comparison now, where do I stand? That little class was twenty feet

The fires were burning the forest down, on the beautiful blue lagoon. The pitchforked people in the town, looked at his decapitated crown, and sighed in the cold morning air "Down with King Lear, down with his loon!" That was the scene beside the blue lagoon--- CHORUS: IT was the Demagogue! The Pilferer of Minds! He kisses you on the cheek, then stabs you from behind. It was the Demagogue! The demagogue of tomorrow! He promised prosperity, gave eternal sorrow. Based on birth, they began to kill, on the shining red lagoon--- I am part of his creed, part of his will The Demagogue's voice is happy and shrill, I wonder how a religion, could m

Lost we are, on this endless path, with light fading, and fading fast; I see a girl with the lantern light, Over an endless sea of glittering glass. Wind blows the clouds vast away, like an explosions aftermath. Then, I see, with eyes of glee The sad limitations of certainty. Ah! The path beneath is breathing fire, As if a mantle plume was a quagmire! I look at her, and this I ask, Whether this trial is my forgotten task. The white moon climbs up a hill And makes her shiver with a chill; That breaks my resolve, and throws me off, into an unending dream, That I cannot stop. I look to her, and I plead to that ingenue to let my plaintive del

O Starry skies across the night, I'll ask you a question tonight: Of all that's splendorous and bright, What truly reaches insanity? Is it the albatross, with gaily wings? Is it thunderclouds, with the rain it brings? Is it the cricket, with the song it sings? Oh I shall never know, I shall never know. My life's horizon is clouded and dim; My life's laughter is mournfully grim; And every breath and sound, a deadly hymn; For what was alive, is singing its lament. Ennui, Ennui, all around, Sucks the water off the ground, Diminishes the great sound, a whirlwind stripped of creativity. The straight ditches that we have cut, are sharp, painfu