Everything burns

I can’t stop seeing myself through you,

The one before me, the door I can’t notice,

The window so cold that freezes these scars

Until they hurt even more.

It’s amazing! I swear, I never felt this before.

Imagine yourself as a piece of paper,

Colourful and bright

With a contagious smile that no one could deny

And in a split of a second,

A big part of you is torn apart

In small pieces which the wind, of course, blows without remorse.

Your left is flying and you can’t stop it,

Written in grey, pure nothing without a face or energy.

And there’s no painter to paint you back again.

You find yourself completely numb

With green eyes, not blue.

Resignation to imperfection

When it was possible in it’s impossible mystery.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

9:04:28 PM

Trembling voice

How can the same irrational approval …

which, in the midst of it all,

Incarcerated a strong thread of flawlessness…

just erase the “next minutes”?

… like the present was there, but not alleged,

whereas the past forgotten in a dim-witted future.

How can it not be understood

with a raw and justified raison d’être?

The flower they loved so deeply

turned grey for a second of coma

in the sleeping Neverland.

Was this tree not the one which,

after all, possessed matchless leafs?

One soft wave of make-believe

and they are all unrecognizable yellows

Why does the wind blow in spite of everything?

And how can coldness burn like an open fire?

Sunday, November 16, 2008

1:00:10 AM

Learn to fly

White bird singing in the dead of day
Take these broken wings and learn to fly all your life.
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see all your life.
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

White bird fly
Into the light of a dark black day.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Guitar dreams

The language of music echoes the colour of a simple sound.

While its tap melodically paralyses each growing emotion

And then, but only then… a guitar softly breathes two times at once.

Would you still be amazed if it happened too much for others in a minute…?

and inclined to guess the next flavour?

They think about what they believe, but actually don’t understand

…and still, I’m even more charmed with each feather-like breath the wind takes.

Whereas my mind is lured, eyes enchanted and heartbeats carefully broken loose.

It’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to lose.
And it’s you and me and all of the people…
And I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of you.

Some of the things that I want to say, just aren’t coming out right.

I’m tripping inwards, you got my head spinning and I’m dreaming reality.

Into the ocean

Now floating up and down. I spin, colliding into sound like whales beneath me diving down. I’m sinking to the bottom of my everything that freaks me out.
The lighthouse beam has just run out and I’m cold as cold as cold can be.
I want to swim away but don’t know how.
Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean, so let the waves up take me down, let the hurricane set in motion, let the rain of what I feel right now…come down
Let the rain come down.

Where is the coastguard? I keep looking each direction for a spotlight. Give me something ’cause I need something for protection.
Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine; the jetsam sunk, I’m left behind. I’m treading for my life believe me
How can I keep up this breathing?

Not knowing how to think, I scream aloud, begin to sink, my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground.
I’m reaching for the life within me.
How can one man stop his ending?
I thought of just your face, relaxed, and floated into space…

Now waking to the sun, I calculate what I had done: like jumping from the bow, just to prove I knew how.
It’s midnight’s late reminder of rhe loss of her, the one I love.
My will to quickly end it all set front row in my need to fall.

Into the ocean, end it all…