Monday, January 15, 2007

The Manhole

there's a very strange manhole in the middle of the woods
that leads to a place which is usually misunderstood
just open the cover and climb down to my heart
but promise you'll never tear it apart

it's cold and it's dark but you'll feel just at home
remember down here we are all very alone
but if you go deep down inside you'll eventually find
a light so amazing, you'll probably go blind

this light that shines of hope and of dreams
comes from the fire that burns deep within
your presence, my dear, i'm sure it'll feed
the flames that keep me alive indeed

but please step back if you sense that the flames
start growing and growing, 'cause they won't be tamed
too many have gasped, too many have died
for true love burns and kills here inside

if you feel the need to run out and escape
be sure to do it before it's too late
i'll be glad to have met you and to know you exist
all things come to and end and i have to resist

there's a very strange manhole in the middle of the woods
that leads to a place which is usually misunderstood
just open the cover and climb down to my heart
i just hope the next one won't tear it apart

5 comments:

Edilma said...

Manhole sounds dirty! hee hee

Very nice poem/song dear donut boy

(K)

Nilz said...

manhole... as dirty as that particular womanhole ;) no difference whatsoever.

Iara Alencar said...

Ola Nilz. uma pergunta, talvez indiscreta, mas vai assim mesmo, porque seus textos são caregados de rancor?
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Ola Nilz. one asks, perhaps indiscreet, but it goes thus same, because its texts are caregados of rancor?

Uta Refson said...

There is a gay bar here called the "Manhole".......Edilma is correct! ;D

Nilz said...

iara,

i love the beauty of tragedy, and the tragedy of beauty.

and i have too much time on my hands :)

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eu amo a beleza da tragédia, e a tragédia da beleza.

e eu tenho demasiada hora em minhas mãos :)