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Bad Boy – Because
There are moments lost in my natural sky
Feeling times that are done to nothing
Every time travel there asking reasons why
Sometimes giving no answers - just bluffing
Taking my heart to pieces in each try
When I reach down to deepest of my low
Finding no answers to keep me still high
When my life is a shadow of darkish glow
Answering nothing of its reasons and why
Only time spaces between goings to fly
I´m not a substitute for agent 007
Only awake up call to be taken seriously
I'll give you a touch of my heaven
If you are behaving mysteriously
Because I´m a man in black
Pointing my future at you
Keeping you on the right track
Anything to get you here through
Nothing to get exited either way
Only point-blank clear for its go
Feeling pressures of a coming play
To the hours that I don’t know
Drifting by and by in their flowing
In the answers that never come
Always something either way going
To somewhere it all is from
Nothing taking a turn to more
Just a seat in the corner of dark night
Coming to nowhere in what it’s all for
Because it has lost all its flight
Nothing more to be done or said
For my decisions are staying right here
Don’t worry- be happy – stay ahead
Just agree and everything’s clear
Nothing to get exited either way
Only point-blank clear for its go
Feeling pressures of a coming play
To the hours that I don’t know
Drifting by and by in their flowing
In the answers that never come
Always something either way going
To somewhere it all is from
Nothing taking a turn to more
Just a seat in the corner of dark night
Coming to nowhere in what it’s all for
Because it has lost all its flight
I´m not a replacement for agent 007
Only awake up call to be taken seriously
I'll give you a touch of my heaven
If you are behaving mysteriously
Because I´m a man in black
Pointing my future at you
Keeping you on the right track
Anything to get you here through
Nothing more to be done or said
For my decisions are staying right here
Don’t worry- be happy – stay ahead
Just agree and everything’s clear
Whenever you try - it's getting lost
Like a flight into nothing from nowhere
Feeling downsides and double-crossed
Reaching to nowhere from here to there
I´m not a substitute for agent 007
Only awake up call to be taken seriously
I'll give you a touch of my heaven
If you are behaving mysteriously
Because I´m a man in black
Pointing my future at you
Keeping you on the right track
Anything to get you here through
Because I´m a man in black
Pointing my future at you
Keeping you on the right track
Anything to get you through
Because I´m the man in black
Pointing my future to go
Because I´m the man in black
In point-blank clear to blow
(People are heard singing faraway:
“Yes he can! Yes he can! Everything is coming now clear!
Yes we can follow…” …)
*This poem and lyric was made for this image: http: //www.flickr.com/photos/benheine/3381041524/in/set-72157619815300019/
Peter S. Quinn
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Balancing the Happiness
Brought in to true life love fortunate way
Balancing the happiness one surmounts
Of humanity a heartbeat that'll play
In bringing to life what matters and counts
Basketful of strawberries - such is life
That is balancing the outcome in real
You must work hard in the effort to strife
Give every reason for what you feel
Be true to purpose - meet your destiny
The roads are elongated and stretching wide
Splashing and forgetting to toll your bell
What comes by you is set out to be
Opposite adversity or loyal guide
Use wisely - let future's foretell
Peter S. Quinn
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Básilfrađi Máni
blásilfrađi máni
sem um himininn ferđ
og fjarlćgist
dagsins brún
ert saklaus sem lífiđ
sem sofandi ţú sérđ
er svartnćttis nóttin
breiđist yfir tún
ó glit ţín eru
sem gylltar óskir
á göngu sinni
um óráđna drauminn
ţín kringlótta ásýnd
er aldrei kyrr
sem kenni leiti
sem fer um himininn
Peter S. Quinn
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Be
Be in love a little while
All is coming easy
Bring in hope with little style
Moments are quite breezy
Frequent love to remember
Closely beyond the reaching
Autumn song from September
Little by little bleaching
Bring in nothing but flowers
Rooted from the inside
Morning may come in showers
Every thought to hide
Understand what and why
If your love is not accepted
You at least gave it your try
Perhaps not your fault
To be rejected
Peter S. Quinn
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