Daymare

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 17. Oct, 2009 | No Comments

You are like a dream that won’t go away,
Even when my eyes are closed
and as the pendulum sways,
I look up and can’t really say…

Was it a mistake all along,
Was it a lie, was it wrong?
Was it real or was it fake?
Answer me, for christ’s sake!

Intangible nightmare trapping daydream,
Things are not what they seem, oh,
Mary-Go-Round, turn turn turn around
Because you won’t go away
But when I ask, you won’t stay.
And so I said and so I walk astray-
Thoughts you would never betray.
If you ever loved me you just have to say.

King of the Hill

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 02. Oct, 2009 | No Comments

It is a giant empty playground
With no playmates to be found
Oh, everyone is so afraid
They grab their nannies and maids!

Cry-babies, watch me sail
As a pirate atop the rail!
Climbing the jungle-bar
Guiding myself by a single star.

Because the sun is shining and we are still young,
So I’d rather go out, play and sing a silly song
than stay locked in my own little mind
Where not even myself I can find!

The world is my playground, it is my sandbox
I might not be the ‘populi’ but I have a ‘vox’!
I only break that which I can repair so,
See my works, ye mighty and despair!

Last Race of the Pariah

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 29. Sep, 2009 | No Comments

“Some days are better than the others”
Cries the mom and the brother.
To sacrifice all that we desire makes no sense
Numbed life is hell, I want it intense!

Excused as we all may be
From our sins – that never belonged to me -
People seek us to explain
“Why can’t you yourself restrain?”

I crawl my way uphill, out of this black hole,
Hoping to come out whole.
Meanwhile nobody is betting on me
Even thought the future they can’t see.

Inner Monologue

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 24. Sep, 2009 | No Comments

The sandstorm was asked to come
But the sand was nowhere
And the storm was none.

Tunnels collapsed
As time elapsed
but oh what shame
Pharaohs were buried the same!

Sandworm meet sandstorm,
Sandwich meet swampwitch
-Scare, scare, scareradish.

It is no wonder that this land
Is not wonderland
-I won’t wonder why.
-Your alliteration is shy.

Old Boy

Posted by Otto Robba in Poetry on 20. Sep, 2009 | No Comments

What if a sin committed was so strong
That nothing could right the wrong?
Unless… you forgot it all,
Destroyed it all, erased it all.
Would you finally be happy?

If the sin haunted the future
And the very words you say
Were by enemies uttered
Would tomorrow be better than today?

You cut your tongue so you would not speak,
Cut your memories so the truth wouldn’t seep.
And at this very moment, while the world laughs
-you, alone, weep.

This world lacks kindness
To strangers and acquaintances.
Destroyed it all, erased it all.
Forgotten by all, forsaken by all.