For the babies

There are poems I like and poems I don’t like. This one I don’t like but still it’s a little special and maybe worth a mention.

For the babies

Dragonheart or Harry Potter
any movie I can stotter
but for you it should be clear
I will not make a list right here

You’re the pan and I’m the clown
I will create my own
and in the end it will be shown
which one of us will wear the crown
and wich of us will be the down

Ception In or Island Shutter
I’m producer, you’re the cutter
I’m your darling, you’re my dear
we will both be engineer

This is easy, this is sweet
can we blow up like in Heat ?
can we say Hi, can we greet ?
can we eat or can we feed
our movie with a need ?

Not a dirty one of course
we are heroes, no more whores
action figures, special E-
ffects for people they will see

We will make it just the best
it won’t be a little test
it will be a bigger quest
heart is bumping in my chest
nothing here for us to rest

I’m the movie queen
my name is Charlie and not Sheen
this will all be seen
not just in a dream


inception inception

I can’t watch any movies any more cause I’ve created all my own.

Worst part of paranoia: I thought I was in a tenth part of inception like in a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream in a dream and so on…

Lisa, wake up. This was on my mind. All the time. Till the end of inception. I found out myself after 18 km of walking through days and nights and fields and forests through thorns and trees and any jungle plant out there. Scratches everywhere.

I’m happy I’ve found my way out. And I had my own soundtracks as well, but I can’t listen to, it’s the radio music and viva charts which were played all the time. I’m just remembering things.