Angels fish in the great lakes of laughter,
impregnating the rainclouds with smiles,
the giggling is glorious now and hereafter,
cascading in heavenly styles.
Who does one lock in a chest with no key
if that one is alone with not one with to be?
the angels of course they bring path to the lost
when their fiery horse sings its way through the frost.
It's not that a friend has not one to defend,
but in oxygens end we have learned to depend.
Shimmering mirrors of Million-watt faces
nudge your feet with their eyes on a need-to-know basis.
Memorize feelings felt deep from inside.
They're your friends, they're your foes,
they're your worst fears denied.
DREAMS.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Dreamworld By Ryan Sandberg
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4 comments:
you are way smarter than me too. I dont understand how things like this just comes to you. If I wrote that, it would be on a illboard in new york city!
Wow...you are amazing. I put the cd in the car yesterday and played your songs over and over and cried like I always do when I hear you sing "His Hands" and I'm trying to learn the words to your song. So great! And Alex thinks it's cool that you are 'on the radio'!
Hey, i changed my blog address so I don't have to be private, so you'll have to update your link list to www.happyhavoc.blogspot.com for my crew. xoxo
WOW Ryan! How does these things come to you? I had to read it a couple of times for it to sink into my simple mind. I love poetry that I have to think about. I think it's the mark of a true poet.
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