Nikola Tesla, Nikola Tesla Nikola Tesla, Nikola Tesla Lesser known of these inventors Bell, Marconi, T. Edison Libraries of calculations Unfinished and
Often how I keep wondering In these minutes of a time and season On from busy hours To remember life, as a time when no one rested Hurried, incomplete
losing touch with everyone but when we were young we made claims and promises the possibilities but no time to speak lives settling in misery i'm blind
time takes me further down here a well. old springs turn bitter where dear ones fell. a written page reads, "we have lost". come back, the boy who never
Perpetually paralyzed Kept within unkept frames of mind Ignorant or technically blind? I have to make you realize I have to make you realize Trickery
Journey in a wagon, Journey on a railroad over green country Have to brave the elements Bound for gold and silver Don't forget us Telegram Please write
come to me you willing ones. blind and sick on rotten meal. one by one like fatting cows. snap you jump and blink, you yield. the good will not be cloned
greet me ice queen in spite of favors once sung by ravers reared on newsboys learned in hungarian by greek historians hearing is an art for the lyric
I know you, do you know me? forget all of our laughlessness between us both I'm scared to see our hearts with only emptiness I want to love, to cherish
can you not read music, plain greek alphabet? tables and times hurt my sense of calculus. could it be true all these moose have buried you? underneath
Hear what is played, what is sung In the sight of the orphans Near to the night, so to hide every deviant notion You try to leave, but become as one horrid
Have to read patiently Books from past centuries Books of those rarely seen Hidden for ages Painted walls, protraits drawn of great empires and royal
From earliest books Comes belated ink Of feather green toads paired in potent pink and barley bears from distinguished heirs make nests for us in bavarian
On white reeds blessed wheat arrives Horns of oil for swiss born brides Hear the shepherds of the northern pasture sing Hear the shepherds of the northern
in winter homes we sigh, beneath the leaves sing "I need some meaning in a twinkling" and maples glow as white, prospective sweets and light sons are
let's get away and we won't stop. together, yeah, we are rock. you take all the good things from us poor, and left all us weeping wanting more. but we
and why, oh why, do I cry for you? alone for so long, asleep in my dreams if you can hear me now why do I weep in the sunshine? if you can hold me now
I make a sound In my self contained hospital Fend off the stares In my glass walled cubic Pins drop for noise Am I faint or just paranoid? Caught in the