Just so I can see you

Fallen words unspoken,
The toll of life is a token
Granted in simple lines
In a field full of mines.

Let’s build a house, a home,
Write our history in a tome
For the ages to see,
For aeons to be.

Let’s avoid the dark quiet room
It speaks only of doom,
It brings only gloom.

So let’s build a home,
For the years to come.
Let’s build a well-lit place,
So I can see your face.

I Recognize

Not the same as before,
Not now, not anymore,
Chained flames and eyes,
A clean veil with no lies.

My feets are bare,
As the turtle and the hare,
We race to the finish line
And step on a landmine.

Lift this curse,
Snatch your purse,
Let’s run away,
Before today,
Before tomorrow.
Carefree, no sorrow.

Give me your hands,
Give me your heart,
A new beginning
To a new start.

My Dear

Apologize, apologize to nobody,
Your work here can’t be shoddy
Regret, regret nothing at all
Be the angel that can endure the fall.

You’ve got the wings to carry over,
Feathers with which to hover,
By all things graceful,
You are an angel.

Be happy and live your life,
Don’t be caught up in strife,
Be happy – and live your life.
Nothing else matters,
Nothing else matters.

The Serenading Street Urchin

Please, let us borrow some time,
Just a minute, not a dime,
It is all we need, more time.

You see sir, there is this girl I like,
For whom I’d put my heart in a spike,
Because you see, that is the girl I like.
Thank you sir!

Excuse me madam, may I borrow some time,
Just a minute, not a dime,
It is what we need, just more time.

You see ma’am, she is a pretty flower,
And all that we want is more time by the clock tower,
Because you see, with her time flies past the hour.
Thank you ma’am!

Excuse me mister officer, I did nothing wrong,
All I did was sing this song,
We really did nothing wrong.
Don’t tell us to walk along!

You see mister, all I ask for is time,
Not a cent, not a single dime,
Just a lil’bit mor’time.
Because you see mister, there is this girl that I like…

Closer Pages

Stay just a little longer,
As if we were younger;
Allowed to be a lil’reckless,
We couldn’t care less.
The longer we stay,
The closer we may…

Be
-who we want.
Be
-free
To be.
Us.

Puppeteer

It doesn’t bode well,
The stories I tell…
Lies and deceit,
An illusion’s receipt.

Fabricating beautiful lies,
As well as any man tries,
I slave away in my trade,
Singing not a serenade.

And, as the strings move and sway,
From your life I take you away.
Actions that you didn’t want,
You crumble like an infant.
Time won’t stall,
You silly broken doll.

Holycaust

Familiar faces in sparse spaces,
We question if there is to come a morrow,
We question if there is something other than sorrow.

So many questions unsolved and doors open,
But only one will set me free,
Good god, which one is meant to be?

Tavern Man

All we want is to feel good,
As we all should
-Bottles take me away,
Small sips make my day.

I’m not anonymous,
These are not synonymous.
Crunching ice, feels nice,
Oh look, three mice.

And three wifes and three children,
Three bottles to be drinken’
-Savour me away,
Sips make my day.

Not done yet,
Not done yet.

Now I am.
Dead in my own puke.
Of bottles I’m Duke.
Gurgling.
Gurgling.

Outlet

Sight lost and unseen,
Unheard as it’s been
the true pride and joy
Is not a fearful ploy.

There is beauty in destruction,
As rubble makes construction
- As old forms new,
As rusty stitches sew.

We count the abstract,
As if time we could contact
As if just to ask of him
If the sand is running thin.
How long becomes how far,
Who we were becomes who we are.

Silly Things That Matter

Raindrops on train stations
Producing music and relations,
As each one falls and splatters
A new one forms from what shatters.

Painted clockwork on a brickwall,
Time stood still and stood tall.
Proud of itself, ticking for nobody else.

Like a wave overtaking a nation,
It becomes more than a station.
Puddle becomes lake, becomes sea,
Becomes a world we gotta see.

Into the wilderness we depart,
As strangers born apart.
But it changes us all,
So we stand still and stand tall.

Just watching the raindrops shatter
-Silly things that do matter.

Snivel

There is deceit in the way they walk,
There are lies in the lines they talk.

Bloodhounds trail blazing,
At first, so amazing…
But when the scourge rises
And the Sun expires…

We will know no one,
Our weaven tapestry undone.

Within all this shades and shadows,
Light fades and mellows,
Into a cold gray losing all yellows,
Entombed in glassy meadows.

Frozen in time unspoken,
The words for the tie broken.
Just another ticking clock on the wall…
Just another shadow on the hall..

Red Hot

Fuel, fuel to the fire,
Crumble in a pyre.
We are fuel, fuel to the fire.
Burning spire,
Fuel, fuel to the fire.

Pictures and memories,
only are fuel to the fire,
All that you’ve given,
Charred and uneven.

Fuel, all we are,
Fuel to the fire.
Burning and crumbling spire,
Of bright red fire.

So bright and so hot,
It burns even when it is not
Because all we had was fuel,
Fuel to the fire, damn this mind pyre.