And somewhere lions still roam and never know, in their majestic power, of any weakness
And you know how I can go on and on about that subject
Nursing on your silence between my commas
Doubt not my entertainmentskills my friend
On the other hand you´ve probably heard this speech
Now you want to SEE the lion or even touch it
Here is your ticket, buying the ticket is part of the game
Oh look at the sleepy cats how relaxed you might say
Wowing and oh´ing with a demented smile much like theirs
To your information they are not sleeping
Oh no my friend they are digesting
Look at the fence, shall we climb over it?
I know you´re laughing the idea away now
Very aware of the fact that you will do it soon
Excited by your performance which will attract a crowd
Outside the blindspot I take your hand
Underneath your paleness from surprising yourself
The truth , the touch with nature´s inner secret, the lust
Soon this longing for the most elementary will be fulfilled
I stand here with you as the male lion gently glances at you
Destroying every doubt you ever had
Eyes into yours as his tongue moves towards your hand
The children around are cheering
Holding the hands of anger shouting for the guards
Ending your moment the lion turns away
Because you both know now that you taste like nothing
Leaving the lion you leave the black spot
In that where everything get sucked into
Now all that remains is that small space in front of you
Dizzy with the uncomfortable reward of a safe return
Something was now ended without an end
Parents pulling their children away from the show
Once you dreamed this scene but it tasted differently
The spot still looks empty and you long as much as before
(if not more)
(if not a lot more)
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2009-06-17 at 00:18
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on how the lions live
And you know how I can go on and on about that subject
Nursing on your silence between my commas
Doubt not my entertainmentskills my friend
On the other hand you´ve probably heard this speech
Now you want to SEE the lion or even touch it
Here is your ticket, buying the ticket is part of the game
Oh look at the sleepy cats how relaxed you might say
Wowing and oh´ing with a demented smile much like theirs
To your information they are not sleeping
Oh no my friend they are digesting
Look at the fence, shall we climb over it?
I know you´re laughing the idea away now
Very aware of the fact that you will do it soon
Excited by your performance which will attract a crowd
Outside the blindspot I take your hand
Underneath your paleness from surprising yourself
The truth , the touch with nature´s inner secret, the lust
Soon this longing for the most elementary will be fulfilled
I stand here with you as the male lion gently glances at you
Destroying every doubt you ever had
Eyes into yours as his tongue moves towards your hand
The children around are cheering
Holding the hands of anger shouting for the guards
Ending your moment the lion turns away
Because you both know now that you taste like nothing
Leaving the lion you leave the black spot
In that where everything get sucked into
Now all that remains is that small space in front of you
Dizzy with the uncomfortable reward of a safe return
Something was now ended without an end
Parents pulling their children away from the show
Once you dreamed this scene but it tasted differently
The spot still looks empty and you long as much as before
(if not more)
(if not a lot more)
Poetry by Emelén
Read 1220 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2009-06-17 at 00:18
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