Tag: poems

Thousands of miles away
You are still an apple of your sun
Harvested by our land
United, you do not belong

Terror rings across
Makes our branches shiver
Lightning seems to follow you
Strikes those around

Find refuge beneath our leaves
Too bare for shelter
Need to protect our own
Rotten to the core

Spread your seed across
No room no room
Your sun-kissed skin
Does not reflect our sun

Back across you go
Rotten apple to the core
Drops are for the thirsty
Roots need room to grow

A color mis matched
Pluck yourself from your home
An ocean brings distance
No terror when you’re gone

If lightning strikes
We will strike you
Little apple when you shiver
Find refuge in your soil-less soil

You are the reason
Terror falls from above
Struck, your trees are the cause
You never fall too far

Little apple Little apple
You must be rotten to the core
Little apple Little apple
You must go

Stand still for the frame
The camera flutters
Take another
The photographer shutters

Tell me your story
Through the eyes of the world
Stand on a mountain
Attention is grabbed

For every doubt
Arises another picture
The majestic symbol
Above all else

The happiness lasts
Until the next shadow sets in
Appease a crowd
With a modern fairytale

Stand still for the frame
Moments captured
Hang on Hang on
Don’t let the moment go

The camera flickers
Darkness fades in
Take another, take another
The world should know

A thousand words told
Muted by life
You have what they want
You have nothing to give

A fool, a fool
To believe his own eyes
It must be true
Pictures cannot lie

A phoenix once rose from the ashes
Reborn Reborn
A new identity was given
The struggle of the story always stay hidden

What happened in the fire
That dragged you down
Wide wings should have been enough
To carry you around

But you rose, you rose
To the shock of many
Hope to keep you buried
The prayers were plenty

The ground is not where you belong
Skies are open
Your stubbornness kept you alive
Your wings are no longer broken

You rose, you rose
Phoenix from the ashes
A shot in the dark
A prized possession

Hung like a trophy for all to see
The prayers are plenty
A freedom to shoot
Yet forced to watch

Rise up Rise up
Phoenix from the ashes
You were the symbol of it all
Rise Up Rise up
Phoenix from the ashes