I see paper made air planes gliding through thin air,
little floating circles just floating.
Ordinary sticks being magic wands
and empty rooms more than just gardens.
Eyes wide open to let sunlight in for a new perspective.
Little hearts beating with living love
and running feet with no directions.
Soft pink play dough hearts we can't reshapes
clueless to anything such as hate.
Infant minds like open doors
and moods like candy.
Tingling ears with funny new born voices
music notes and plenty toys.
Funny jokes with no meaning
or just something adults could never understand.
Expressions not even I can make
flood their faces and laughter so real
no one could ever fake.
"From here, I see my past."
Description:Of no conscience
My name: Daniel H. Schluckebier. I am slightly an aggressive person with a good sense of humor. Man on a mission with goals to achieve. I love spending time to myself or with weird and interesting people. I love writing and into artistic thinking. I enjoy creating new identities and tend to be multi-personalistic from time to time... Considered mysterious and random. Not to be annoyed or upset. Very easy going...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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3 comments:
Yep, it reminds me of one "Mediodia" by Cafe Tacuba. The verbiage would go fine on a retro-colored, swirly, curvy poster.
ay babe...u are a rocker poet
Anyway, someone is calling dani babe... I miss you
I like this poem. Makes me want to smile when I think of little things from my childhood. most of the time I want to cry....
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