I'm well aware the streets aren't paved with gold
yet I still tread upon all forlorn roads,
not wise enough to see what I am told,
expecting much anew at each crossroads.
I long knew that grass is no more greener
yet I still walk across from parched to see,
wisdom will not still my inner dreamer,
for yonder may I find my own ash tree.
The monsters of my past gone from my head
yet each and every night before I sleep,
not wise enough to check beneath my bed,
so, back, in vivid dreams, they always creep.
Not wise enough to know, though child has gone,
there is no Zeus, and I am not Memnon.
Far into these stones of silences
soft in the smell of history
from watery chaos to cosmic egg
whose return to words I am waiting for?
We are delivered by myths
where lay our old fever of love.
Time and the boat, victories and losses
the rise and fall in the Nile water.
There I may meet King Menes on a late summer night
when centuries drift to hold a larger life
This sleep is a book where I meet
Colossi of Memnon in the silence and noise.
My fears of losing receive no one.
My unwarranted fulfilments of tomorrows
are bare faces of lives connected somewhere before,
lives disconnected without reasons.
Now I stand among flurry desires
in the gates of the ruined Mortuary temple.
These ruins are my own like my faiths.
How can I forget all I hold
before I go for a long sleep?
......................Plink:plink:pling!...................?ah doo:ah doo: ah Doo!..........
Colossi of Memnon oh ye ah, the size and eminis and emormous importance.........Oh ye Corcovado hill, The skie speaks to the people......Whoomp:whoomp;whoomp; Whoomb!
Cry for the People oh people
Satan scripts your way.They speak you antisocal, because you knowest not what they speak. Cry oh ye ppeople everyday.The sort though they build walls in skies
were lighting strikes
and Valentines are sweetest together but they wish thee apart, Cry oh ye people Cry!" Plinka:plinka:Plung!
Love is Sweeter together.
Woman I...
Woman I.....
I love you>>>>>>>
Surest as anyone
could love a Woman.
I lovest You!
The skies shall move to bring us together
Oh istest Me!
Woman I love You.....
Moring Glory I cherish thee
Evening Sun The Day between.
Might we marry to be as one
To Cherist most
We love as One.
A man Ask's his Lover to Co-sign for him to purchaase 3-d Printer!
He wishes to start a business with his Machine.
He sang this song to her with an orchestra
hoping it would get her in the Mood for being businessminded!
Shine as bright as the daylight sun,
or glow softly like the night moon.
The moon is never jealous of the sun.
She knows why she glows.
As he knows, that she counts the cycles
of his rising and his setting.
inspired
by Memnon Uzan