15 април 2010 г.

trust

The chaotic publicated missunderstood weapons, rolling down into the yellow ash.Scared and ugly the come with whispers and screams from unEden, shouting and laughing at us.They - so bare, so nude, so stupid and so complicated.Once they told me : "You are going to catch the ball and shake it in your imagine ear.And when you hear the Crack you can go on then."And then laughed at me...

Are we worms, or we are germs?Coming from the ugly pink world, smashed from the light of our neighbours?A Way!Path!We shall dance and jump.We shall never grow up...

Blow that rainbow dust!
Blow it in every eye and every nose!
Blow it and you'll know that they have trust.