The melodrama of the last
patriotic dinosaur
The night of the last patriotic dinosaur returns for a brief second,
with its orange sky, and the land is crying from fear.
Tears falls down from the sky like heavy raindrops!
Big raindrops wash away all the happy dirt in the streets of a little
town in southern happyland.
From the sky a raindrop falls with a dinosaur within. Its skin is green
and its mind is set from above without fear.
As the raindrop reach ground and devides into several drops in a huge
river of fear, the dinosaur walks with fear in the sound of its footsteps as
its last weapon against the eyes of the innocent strangers behind the walls of the small houses
in happyland.
They gather with weapons behind their walls ready to fall from grace of
innocent and make the kill of what they don’t know and therefore fear.
Without knowing the dinosaur walks in the empty streets with raindrops
pearling of the rough green skin.
Within a blink of an eye a shot is heard
from the window of a house near by, and the dinosaur falls down like was it a high
skyscraper being torn down in a huge city.
Tears falls down from the sky like heavy raindrops, but now they fall for
the lost of the innocent people.
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“Your lost little girl” the lizard king sang whispering with his deep,
and gentle voice when he meet the look of the young girl trying to get
into the night club.
Her cold
shivering body shining bluish and the gray light surrounding her, like
was she loved by death himself and just given a minute to say goodbye,
keeped the lizard king hocked for a second seeking the freedom in the
endlessness of the story of death surrounding her, just glad death
didn’t liked him instead.
Then he walked on by down the street, feeling a cold draft for a second. Just for a second.
Decades before the poet whispered “Your lost little girl” for himself,
when he met the look in a young girls eyes. She was trying to sell
matches.
Her hands where shivering from the cold and reaching out
for him trying, trying so hard to sell. Hunger had her shaking in pain,
and the shining count could safe her.
He toked a piece of gold in
his pocket a looked at it. AHH now he remembered he needed to buy some
wine, and then he walked on by down the street with his high hat and in
his beautiful black suit.
Flipping his coin, while singing your lost little girl.
They radio is turned on, and the young man is singing along on a number about Valentina the goodess of love for sale.
He is going out tonight looking for love and joy.
On a corner of a crossroad he meets his Valentina. Shes still
beautiful, but death has a glimmer in her eye, and in fear he exclaims
“your lost little girl”, then he walks away down the street without
paying her.
Flipping his coin.
At home he turns on the radio again and listens to a song by the Lizard king- “your lost little girl”.
Feeling darkness being washed away from his mind and hands, because
he listens to the flowersong from the peace, love and harmony era.
“Then Im a cool peace loving and understanding guy right,” he thinks for himself and flips the coin.
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