Tuesday, July 17, 2012

I give you my words to play


Life is vivid and ambiguous
I give you my words to play
You can write your own story…

Time machine will take you towards your death
For you were the joker in the past
Who laughed at others miseries. 

Tame the lunatic joker in your head
and you will ride the unicorn in the orange sky
holding the black mermaid’s golden hair.

Life is vivid and ambiguous
I give you my words to play
You can write your own story…

The doll lying on the green grass
Will attract the little girl towards it
The lizard is waiting to attack.

Will you just count the money and ride your woman or call the eagle for little girl’s rescue
High tides will rise inside you, giving a rough tackle to your soul
If you come out clean, you will get a lamp of djinny.

Life is vivid and ambiguous
I give you my words to play
You can write your own story…

The eagle's tongue will be the red carpet
And you’d awarded the ivory flute
For saving the world with your love.

The silver flower in your backyard
Will bloom in 2012
Giving you Shiva's sacred fruit

Life is vivid and ambiguous
I give you my words to play
You can write your own story…

Look at the baby through the prism
His third eye will reflect all the emotions
Don’t you impose your mind crystals on him.

Blow away the dark clouds that are waiting to feast on
the dolphins that sing in that pond and the pingus that dive in that ice
All will hug you, kiss you, thank you and give you all their pearls.

Life is vivid and ambiguous
I give you my words to play
You can write your own story…

The guy who does soccer tackles with ball of fire in the sky
The guy who gave me the pen and paper and asked me to play with words
Will take us higher dropping our dirty shoes behind.

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