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Mathewson's beginning of poetic expression

Updated on November 25, 2013

With Me

I wish to be a lonely bird,

not part of an anonymous herd.

Why be part of society,

when you could come for tea.

Do you not see

that you can be free


With Me.


Be with me

leave with me.

A Place of Glee

Oh, How I would love to flee,

to a place with much more glee.

This fate, I decided by choice,

sadly I did not hear that voice.

I wish, I had listened to that me,

but now I gladly pay the fee

for my youthful naivity

and at least I have no more stupidity.

Munich

Oh, Munich, what a city.

But you are not for me.

Alas such a pity,

for I would here gladly be.

Under you bright light

in such a place of old,

always calling to fight,

one can never be to bold.

Munich!

If only the Knew

I only they knew,

how fast I flew,

They would see

I am free.

I only they knew,

how fast I flew,

They would see

I am true.

Imagine a world without sleep...?

Sleep

Sleep is such a waste,

leaves such a taste

even being tired is better

even being tired is better


power is omnipresent.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      A great beginning and I love your photo of Munich, too.

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      Andro Mathewson 3 years ago from Germany

      Thank you for your supporting comment, I hope i will improve. The photo never ceases to amaze me either.

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