Angels and bullets

Angels and bullets

The earth is a magical place with
soft grass and blue sky
We are so lucky to be alive
We can build paint talk
and pray day and night

The angels listen and smile
They love me
I wish I could grab their wings and
Help somebody understand the world

The bullets although in cases
burn my body
My heart breaks thousands of times
But keeps beating like a machine

Pain doesn’t matter but the soul is lost
in the army of lies
The power is an ilussion
in the ocean of bad reflections

He stands again and wants to hurt
the earth and flowers and angels
He is so guilty of craziness, blindness
I just want to say please leave
if you don’t like it here

The bridge between is breaking
the last connection falls down
My angels try not to cry
bullets of threat fly
in my heaven

I look for shelter, for simple answer
Deep down I find my sword
I practice I make scary faces
but the threat doesn’t go away.

I hate this game of hiding
lying low in beautiful towns
only to jump suddenly
to destroy to burry
what we love

My darkest angel is strong and smart
I dance to his moves
his elegance draws me closer
We continue winning with smiles
We wipe out sadness from faces

With one look ….


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As many of you know had two authors: greenlifenow and avemi but run out of space recently. Two new blogs are in the making, more space to write and create.... Please head on to avemi's new blog and greenlifenow's new blog (this one) See you soon! Thank you greenlifenow and avemi ! Don't forget to visit: - greenlifenow's blog in English - art, painting blog

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