Some Fake Sheets for January 2007

Give a peace of mind
Before time is blind
Never let it die
Though times are low and high
You have said so much
Something's out of touch
Spinning and imagine
Every thought's abjection

Countries coming down
In every small town
Living isn’t so easy
With it's sky so breezy
And our peace so lonely
Working for us only
Just few footsteps away
Each our envisioning plays

Countries coming down
In every small town
Right and wrong so queasy
Slogans coming cheesy
Give a peace of mind
Before time is blind
Find now your truest call
Take a stand or just fall

Right or wrong most is
And some points it'll miss
But trust your inner notion
It has its potential implosion
Those words are just carried on
With them nothing's ever done
Today is just like yesterday
Caring its pointless weigh

Two hearts
Together running
Bring distances
Around near
How deep is
Each dark ocean
When shores
Are everywhere
I am always thinking
Of the lily
How blossom
Blooms will go
How love can be
Ordinarily silly
Never showing feelings
Or know

I meet her
Only just yesterday
And I knew
What it felt then
There are no words
To think or say
When we tomorrow
Meet again,
For love it was
At very first sight
That melted
All the icy parts away
Now the futures look
So very bright
With no worries
To meet the new day

Two hearts throbbing
And beating
Oh how love
Can mean this much
Somewhere
The world is cheating
But not our compassion
And touch
Meaning so much
Only few hours
Yet the world
Has open so wide
There’s only sunshine
No showers
The shadows of twilight
Now hide

Two hearts
Together running
Bring distances
Around near
How deep is
Each dark ocean
When shores
Are everywhere

Who cares for anyone,
Today or tomorrow;
We just have to go on and on,
With our own kind of sorrow:
Life is to take and take,
Never to be sufficient;
Much money is at the stake,
All so affectively deficient.

Bringing in your own,
That is what this life is all for;
No time for your moan,
You need new gadgets more.
Go on buying recent things,
Happiness they are giving;
Technology waxwings,
Your dreams they are living.

What is right or wrong,
It is lack of communication;
Take some money along,
For the buying salvation.
I tell you - you are far behind,
On that year old computer;
It is time to go and find,
Another that is perhaps cuter.

Time is taken away,
Step by step it goes,
Born to an unknown day,
Nothing forever glows.

Light has left again
Into the deep sea,
Searchings are in vain
For both you and me.

Live or let time die,
What is this hope for?
Do we know reasons why,
Longings drift afar.

I have waited long,
For minutes and hours,
Lonely is this song
When a shadow towers.

Beautiful morning bright
Where have you been?
Now is here only night
And twilights between.

How shall this long be,
Plunge into the deep?
Will I the sunshine see,
Depress this dark sleep.

Look look and come away
There is a destiny for you and me
Everything comes and will be okay
Just let it through and be
Laughter like love and more
What would you like to be hearing
Everything as before
Giving in each its wearing

Talk about old time
How you called on to me
Opening ways into prime
Losing ourselves to the free
This and that always going on
Lets talk and have more fun
Windows closing what's gone
Lost pleasurable ways run

Love oh love knock my door
I've been hearing your call
Silences in peace and war
Everyone's calling to all
How can we talk about smile
The expressions on your face
Sometime has been a while
Oh how we lose each trace

Look look and come away
There is a destiny for you and me
Bring back yesterday
Just like leaves on a summer tree
What is the reason for all of this
Why has it gone to rust
Where my young days only a wish
That got drifted and tossed

Talk about old time
I can't remember them some
Words lost the branches climb
Where is my forgotten blossom
Need it be always so
Through and through never back
Unreasonable as it has to go
Turning our thinking to black

Give us some young - old,
What it is I don't know;
Reasons bound to unfold,
Inside this and that show.
Rising like a heat wave,
All that is now going on;
Take away and all enslave,
What is differently done.

Anatomy of each fortune,
Is not what you say or do;
It's like more how you turn,
And if it has that patsy pooh.
Sometimes into empty space,
It's going into reviewers fry;
Not too many different ways,
That you can use or try.

Run away or make your day,
It's a strange turning state;
Feel and understand each way,
Styles apart in each debate.
Easy going one way street,
Where will it then all end;
Here's much rubbish indeed,
Nothing durable to comprehend.