She can calm a storm with her smile.
He can grow a forest wider than a mile.
She sings and all musician's bow to her.
He speaks and the stars burn brighter.
He moves with water's flow.
She dances with silken passion.
He makes all face's glow.
She has an impeccable fashion.
She call's animals to her aid.
He command's the elements brave.
Alas she is just a maid.
And he is but a knave.
By Leon
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
God's Sorrow
Am I the last one standing?
The final hope for all?
What am I doing?
There's nothing left.
The Sky is yellow.
The Ocean's are black.
The Earth is dead.
And there is no way back.
My powers are gone.
I can't grow anything.
It would just die.
No tree's. No grass. No flowers.
I cannot command that stagnant pool.
No ripple can I make.
I cannot call upon the winds.
The air is just too thick.
Everything is silent.
No animals. Nothing alive.
What have you mortals done?
You've killed the thing I love.
The final hope for all?
What am I doing?
There's nothing left.
The Sky is yellow.
The Ocean's are black.
The Earth is dead.
And there is no way back.
My powers are gone.
I can't grow anything.
It would just die.
No tree's. No grass. No flowers.
I cannot command that stagnant pool.
No ripple can I make.
I cannot call upon the winds.
The air is just too thick.
Everything is silent.
No animals. Nothing alive.
What have you mortals done?
You've killed the thing I love.
The Empress
People look down at me.
They sneer and they jeer.
But I keep walking.
They're all sticks and stones.
They'll never break my bones.
I know what they say.
You tramp. You whore.
You're lower than dirt.
I've had painters and lawyers.
Teachers and politicians.
They wooed me
They screwed me.
They all forgot me.
One never understands.
The pain a prostitute withstands.
Until they're old and grey.
The label will stay.
By Leon
The Time Has Come
Come out from your world.
Your world thats stuck in the past.
Wake up.
See the light.
I'm not a boy anymore.
I've experianced a taste of life.
Don't hold me down with your strings.
Don't tell me whether its wrong or right.
I can see it for myself.
You've never given me a chance.
You've never let me fought.
But now I can.
So stand down.
I thank you for your concern.
But now its my time to fly.
By Leon
Your world thats stuck in the past.
Wake up.
See the light.
I'm not a boy anymore.
I've experianced a taste of life.
Don't hold me down with your strings.
Don't tell me whether its wrong or right.
I can see it for myself.
You've never given me a chance.
You've never let me fought.
But now I can.
So stand down.
I thank you for your concern.
But now its my time to fly.
By Leon
A Piece Of Heaven
Its like everything has stopped for them.
The Man. The Woman. The Couple.
The perfect evening.
They look out on the scene.
The perfect round moon.
Its reflection on the water.
Its like the universe has come together tonight.
every star a-sparkle.
A glittering jewel.
A passionate fire.
The moon smiles.
The couple sits on the cliffs edge.
They look at the sea.
The water is calm, like glass.
Its like they are the only two people in the world.
And the world knows what they are thinking.
But she lets them enjoy this.
This little piece of Heaven.
The Man. The Woman. The Couple.
The perfect evening.
They look out on the scene.
The perfect round moon.
Its reflection on the water.
Its like the universe has come together tonight.
every star a-sparkle.
A glittering jewel.
A passionate fire.
The moon smiles.
The couple sits on the cliffs edge.
They look at the sea.
The water is calm, like glass.
Its like they are the only two people in the world.
And the world knows what they are thinking.
But she lets them enjoy this.
This little piece of Heaven.
Whats In A Name
Its like a forest fire.
A tsunami engulfing you.
Its an earthquake.
An avalanche rolling down a mountain.
Its a tornado pulling you in.
A hurricane beating you senseless.
Its a whirpool sucking you down.
A drought drying you up.
Its the poison that you crave.
A sharpened knife in a suicides hand.
It sends you whirling, tumbling, helpless.
A fight you can never win.
So just accept your fate.
Become that roaring, flaming idiot.
Just call it by its name.
For thats what Love likes to be called.
By Leon
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Flowers
I'm in a valley.
Mountains around me.
Sweet scents arouse my nose.
Flowers.
Tens. Thousands. Millions.
Uncountable.
Colours fill the valley.
Every shade thinkable.
The most beautiful scene in the world.
Everything is so serene.
The only sounds are birds and the wind.
I walk through the flower sanctuary.
I take in the breeze that sends the perfume of millions of flowers.
They play at my feet in the breeze.
They know I won't cause any harm.
They feel safe with me.
And I feel safe with them.
We are like old friends.
I sit and bask in the sun.
I close my eyes and take in the sunlight just like the flowers.
I feel the earth.
The most beautiful sounds come from it.
A natural orchestra.
I feel myself drifting into the earth.
I let myself go.
My legs turn into roots and dig into the soil searching for life-giving minerals.
My arms become shoots and leaves, growing upwards towards the sky.
My body becomes softer. Just like a flower.
I finally stop growing.
My hair has become petals.
I feel myself bonding with the earth, the air, the water.
I join the symphony of Gaia.
I'm happy.
I'm free at last.
By Leon
Mountains around me.
Sweet scents arouse my nose.
Flowers.
Tens. Thousands. Millions.
Uncountable.
Colours fill the valley.
Every shade thinkable.
The most beautiful scene in the world.
Everything is so serene.
The only sounds are birds and the wind.
I walk through the flower sanctuary.
I take in the breeze that sends the perfume of millions of flowers.
They play at my feet in the breeze.
They know I won't cause any harm.
They feel safe with me.
And I feel safe with them.
We are like old friends.
I sit and bask in the sun.
I close my eyes and take in the sunlight just like the flowers.
I feel the earth.
The most beautiful sounds come from it.
A natural orchestra.
I feel myself drifting into the earth.
I let myself go.
My legs turn into roots and dig into the soil searching for life-giving minerals.
My arms become shoots and leaves, growing upwards towards the sky.
My body becomes softer. Just like a flower.
I finally stop growing.
My hair has become petals.
I feel myself bonding with the earth, the air, the water.
I join the symphony of Gaia.
I'm happy.
I'm free at last.
By Leon
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