Sugar rush from a green leaf.
Calmness from a brew with steam.
In tea we serve, in time we enjoy, the tea that has been brewen, that is what we will drink, in our victory, of creativity!
The day is leaning.The day is leaning, the sky goes dark,The day is leaning. by Alakki
Another time, another place,
In moonshines light, we shall pray,
For better, and for worse,
For those fighting in peace cause,
We will remember, we will pray,
For our humanity, for our creativity,
We are Man, the cake loving race.
To better the world, And to eat some cake.The eye's a window,To better the world, And to eat some cake. by Alakki
The soul's pure,
In your life, a part we take,
To better the world, and to eat some cake.
Yet another poem.Going on the road, going down the road, the toad looks at me, what a strange dream, i feel pain in my feet, snakes a climbing my leggs in my dream, small dolls of magic dance around in circle, and a troll tells me, i am one, of the special ones.Yet another poem. by Alakki
I go down the road, the dolls danceing around, the toads jumping in line, the tigers lureing the ground, going down the road, the eyes looking on me, going down the road, the corpses looking at me, in my very strange dream.
The dream is far from over, for the nightmare time isn't over, it hasen't even begun, for the toad said, you are not a child, the tiger said i am the one, the dolls looking weirdly on me, like they see their mother, going down the road, the bones hanging from the trees, the path going forth, of stone and sand and dirt, and blood flowing beside.
The road we are going down, weird and beloved in soul, scary and exciteing in body, the lights dance around, the dolls mime, the circles appear, the blood goes away, now it raind down