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Strange World

Poetry By: David Kyte
Fantasy


This one is abit mad,i like the use of words in this, its not suppose to mean anything, and i wasnt on any thing when i wrote it


Submitted:Dec 10, 2006    Reads: 133    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Have you seen the tangerine, that swims in the garden on a chair
talks to the tree of golden faces, where the magic becomes a reality

Have you heard the musical bird,
that flys in a fish tank full of people

sings to the sky of hearts and pencils
where the mystery becomes a secret

Tables and chairs talk in a room,
Whilst lions and pandas discuss their doom

creatures whistle in the night,
Guitars and scissors start to fight

Its not the wizard in the funfair, or the man with his favorite toothbrush
but the ghost of a young sailor on a hill, with a cat on his lap

Rocks and stones start to breathe,
flowers packing ready to leave

The english man with his pipe,
sings a tune to the world

Know one listens but the trees,
with golden faces on their knees

everything looks older than me,
behind the mirror in this fantasy

Take me away, far from here,
behind the mirror in the strange world

Alice in her wonderland,
charlie in his factory

Jack up the beanstalk,
all behind this fantasy





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