I say: “Good morning everyone”,
Turn on the light. The morning sun
Will never choose to greet this place
Of greed-trapped minds and sheer disgrace.
Some beer into inner space
To sink reality for instance
Is just the way of my resistance
Within this suffocating maze.
The fussy crowds in hurrying trams,
The same old streets, the traffic jams
Are too disgusting for my eyes -
They seek lush colors of surprise.
My heart’s a rose yet to bloom,
And all it needs is Heaven’s cater,
But I will never break the fetter
Of northern winds and autumn gloom.
Starting off young and new
There’s so much to do
You have lots to learn
to tell your parents
once you’re finish
you watch or you play
till dinner time
and mum or dad
prepared you for the next day.
As you start to be
a little more independant
a little more differcult
than early times
whether you’re learning
Maori to being a role model
Enviroment being care for
or not to get stuck in
the same class
as the previous year
being in the middle
is never fun
at least there’s rewards.
You’ve entered the intermediate
where you’re one
of the big kids
Every Tuesday you
prepared for high school
Leadership is your role
Teaching young ones
right to wrong
but not too bad
as high school
Once you’ve finish
you’re a nervous wreck
on your first day
of High School.
So much to do
in so little time
Time is a blur
When your a little boy or girl
Friends come & go
or they stay
each year you’re there
but in the end
to create a easier life
Written by Maria
Inhale briefly, this starving green monster Hunts the unwantedFeeds the fascinationFumes over lost relationships Remember! We are no longer togetherHunger for horror, appeases my consciousSlow unhappy envy, blankets the nights cryNow see the escaped prisoner from my own device It’s misunderstood, no responsibility to the slaveId would be only pleasure Receiving solitude, disguises the playing demon bluesHear the ear drum beatsThis is the last time your trusted!Never hides the mask, fools know to well He whispers messages of prayer in moonlightSoft shadows foresee, protects your fiend. HidesFools in fashion know! This knows you!Remember Take of my mask. Remind yourself. Because, When the green monster becomes your only friend, Eyes of this demon will see no end!
Mad men and muses on my screen appear
Scribes of pieces prized
texturalised justifications neutralised
Afraid that wisdom may interfere
a lost gust of grown-up tsunami fear
awaiting for a sanctity in madness
as they cry away their tears
Copyright Deana Platt 3/12/07
Delusional storms of hail decay the sky
In this sleep, we shall fly
When awake, have but voiceless wings
We had the feathers, now the tears
Why would anyone provide the fear-oh dear!
Unlock beliefs which measure despair
Why cry? For the hornbull once flied
Disavowing wings in these cold cellophane nights
True dreaming now dead!
Forced keys to reality
A destined death, a future life
Purists in bliss, pure woolen glee
Fallen through clouds of peril
Light shunned through damp decree
Those demeaning souls standing high in the hills,
Fall down laughing, yet I cried
Leaving sins forevermore asleep
Breathes, though frowned upon
To love all hope, die anew
Those soulless dreamers, consume all life
True existence is dead!
Sunken hopes appease the herd
Sacrifice freedom and die twice our featherman friend
This was a drowning here!
Swallows life, only to serve the captain of the sin ship
Hold my regards! Come ashore, we sail no more.