Endless urge of power, a pest
The black suit and a blue tie
lies heavy on this mans chest
It’s been months since his last breath
Documents of human longing with trust
declined with anticipation and a bust
four walls later sold piece by piece
Like an old car, smeared in with grease
The tie is tainted so the man throws it away
It’s more where that came from, so they say
Documents put into a file, case closed
A family of five, worthwhile at the most
The little rabbit runs and jumps
He’s trying to find another rabbit hole
Who knows whether he’s right or wrong
or even if he’s able to visit them all
Choices made, by those who’s not certified
Those not being correctly adjust
Choices are made by rabbits and turtles
Who knows if they share the same sight
The little rabbit jumps over the turtle
Into a hole, out of reach
The turtle continues his journey and path
He might be slow, but he’s at ease
By the end of the road, where the goal tends to be
the turtle have almost given up
He’s tired of struggling, tired of laps
But the rabbit hasn’t shown up
The turtle just won
and he gets the gold medal
But never will he know
of other paths to follow
And never will he know
where the rabbit went
Yet a lesson is learned
and goldmedal probable well earned
The rabbit jumps out of a hole
and straight into another
Thinking of the gold
he doesn’t even bother
Freedom is reached
and with it follows peace
Those days he walked this earth
those paths, the steps,
those where the days he’d create
Long, neverending memories
of regret, of love, of life.
His life. His love. His regret.
We can all think, feel and mourn.
We kan think of the body that is no more,
but spirit remains. It changes.
His energy now transfers, fills up
and breakes down. This energy creates
chaos in order to bring
our future children order.
To create a world of love.
A world of peace,
forgiveness and care.
One like will help my page grow.
Ditira just found her way to Facebook.
I will reblog some of my poems on this page
I will share some drawings
And hopefully grow further
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Tenk på alt vi ikke vet.
Det som forblir usagt.
Det som er usakelig,
men likevel forakt.
Tenk på all den urett
blant krenkelser og stille stikk.
Tenk på hun ved siden av deg
som stille skyves vekk.
Var det i det heletatt
i dine tanker en liten stund,
å senke din lange arm,
å føle, en liten stund?
Den som er utilstrekkelig
står i heten alene.
Den gir opp kampen
mot en som er umettelig
Umettelig på frykt, sulten på makt.
Trykker foten lenger ned
og klemmer ut den minste skatt,
på leting i et sort hull.
Plukk ikke mer i det sorte
hullet vil vokse og sinnet gro.
og hat får nye sko.
How could you think
you could treat me like a fool
treat me like a child
That makes me in denial
and you the responsible one.
I know what I do for you.
So treat me the way like lovers do
That’s the only way I’ll be a fool for you.
How could you dream
of fences and grinds,
about you and me
when I’d rather be free.
Time to make up your mind
You know what you do for me
So treat me somehow differently
And share some response for once
Kan dere ikke se meg?
Jenta løper i ring.
Er det ingen som forstår?
Jenta faller på kne.
Hva er det dere gjør?
Jenta legges ned.