Blur

Time is flickering,
Bright morning evening
- The clocktower stands tall,
The Sun sets it all.

A clumsy good,
A sharp smooth,
I don’t know how long it will last,
But whatever, out of it I’ll make the best.

Listen and Wait For

The radio is giving in the news,
It is about planes and about jews…
Something hits the ground,
To heaven we are abound.

Echoes of those who won’t return
Seizing life in such a short run
-Horrible monster with a powerful gun.

Powder in your nostrils and skin,
Living beings never been so thin.
Vast pits with no burials
Deaths without trials.

But you, just you listen,
Listen and wait for,
They’ve got a new song
What could be wrong?

It sings…
There was no holocaust
There was no holocaust
…until we believe it.

Within 4 Walls

I catch myself out of breath,
Gasping for what’s left
-trivial charades and routine,
My god, life is a latrine.

Raising walls beyond my grasp,
Oh my voice, now so rasp…
Unheard screams,
Trapped it seems.

A simple moment that is gone,
I can’t seem to change my tone,
More and more monochrome,
My god, living alone.

Damnable brickwall,
Standing oh so tall.
Forever in my path,
Knows no wrath.

I can hear the violin,
They sing what they mean-
A beautiful road,
A beautiful world.
I want it,
god I want it!!

Make it rain, make it pour,
Fill my vase in it’s entire contour!
So that I can float to the surface
And see the world’s true face.

Atlas

I feel the weight of the world crushing me,
A carefree life is a mere memory.
A fugitive in my own mind,
Myself I can’t find.

The Curious Case

It is as quick as it comes,
It knows all houses and homes,
It leads us by the hand,
Into our very end.

We despise it,
We fight it,
We try to cheat.

At the end of the night,
When the end is nigh,
As we cry our memories,
We realize what it is.

It gives us meaning,
To the end a beginning,
Because if we never stopped…
Have we really started?

Random Eloquence

Drumsticks on your street, we go and we fly for that beat, we make it, make it so wherever we go.
Oh the beat, the song of joy, this isn’t just a ploy, so, please, don’t conspire when I say that you do indeed inspire
- great things, among chimeras and dreams, you build better illusions it seems.
I’ve lost my way only to find it in your chest, taken down the path of a deep breath, reaching a short sob but never stalled.

I stand my ground until this day, where I wait for you, only you know the way,
To break the shackles and set me free, to let me be with whom I want to be,
Running gooses and flying speed trains, acid artichokes and plasma grains,
Making no sense in this dream that you made me write.

Rally all the troops and strike for every right, we ought to take a bite,
Vampires in love we suck the blood out of what we’ve got.
Don’t be upset that I love that I hate that I spelt it all right.
God, how can you make the days so bright?

Siren

Babe…
You should get back, get back, get back,
Woohh, Woohh, Woohh.
War sirens are everywhere,
Get out of there.
Everywhere.

War sirens, seducing and alarming,
War sirens, comma inducing and rewarding.

The neighboorhood is a blur
As you ran past it all.
The siren has a special allur
But one for which you can’t fall.

Babe…
You should get back, get back, get back,
Woohh, Woohh, Woohh.
War sirens are everywhere,
Get out of there.

War sirens, seducing and alarming,
War sirens, comma inducing and rewarding.

Get back, get back, get back,
Woohh, Woohh, Woohh.
Go back, go back, go b–

All that we want

Hold my hand,
From the beginning to the end,
Lover… and friend.

So we don’t walk stray…
We’ve got the light of day
In the night… tonight.

People talk, about pieces,
People walk, sea of eases,
They connect lots of dots,
When they should link lost spots!

…The people just holding hands,
No loose ties nor open ends…

Hold my hand,
My lover and friend.
So we don’t walk astray
We’ve made the light of day
We can walk in the dark,
Until we know the palm’s mark,
Holding hands, anti-stark.

People talk, about pieces,
That we oughta connect these;
They link places they got,
But about the people they forgot!
The people just holding hands,
No loose ties nor open ends.
Hold my hand,
From the beginning to the end,
Lover… and friend.

The Second Plague

Open…
-your umbrella
Time is over cinderella…
Frog-rain’s abound,
You’ll lose your ground.

Open…
Quibbling quips,
Sad and weak tips,
Inkless ball-pen,
Passion without a den.

Open…
A far cry from elegance,
Broken into a trance
Heart kicking around,
Frog-rain’s abound!

Open…
Your sunshade shades not,
Your love loves you not,
Crystal shoes, all you got,
Frogs falling by the lot!

Close!
Aimless and alive,
Beauty without desguise,
Cradle a cry, cradle a cry,
Make it rain from the sky!
Live it even if with strife
-rather that than a numb life.

Beautiful frogs are falling,
Beautiful frogs are falling.
Coloring the world green,
Beautiful frogs can be seen.

Life is an Empty Hotel

I close the door,
Been here before,
Vines on the walls,
Vast empty halls.

Guests come and stay,
Rent rooms and don’t pay,
Allodged in my dismay,
They leave and don’t pay.

Because I thought they were here,
but they had already crossed the street.
From my thoughts they would steer,
It seems I’ve failed, I’ve been beat.

I stand alone in this huge hotel that I built myself,
I stand alone, surrounded by things but not anybody else,
My speech stutters and stumbles, for words I fumble,
I talk a lot to fill the empty space left alone, in a place that is no home.
In my desperation I reply to echoes I created against a world I berated.
And my echoes only reply “Never again, never again, never again.”.

Honestly

Welcome to the train,
We throw stones,
We make it rain,
We break all bones.

Stone throwers,
Law mowers,
Judge and jury,
Wrath and fury.

Breaking bones,
Throwing stones,
So many faces come and go,
So many rocks fly and roll.

They say we are ok,
I thrown stones all day,
They say we are fine,
These stones are mine,
They say we are the victim,
I thrown rocks with rhythm.

We are part of the cell,
Hope you can tell,
We are going to hell,
Hope you can tell.

But, if you don’t care,
if you don’t mind,
if you can dare,
Come unwind.
I hear bystanders are close-by,
Tonight our rocks will fly.

Get me out of here

Dark shades and history,
Screaming children and histery.
Stranger who doesn’t knows,
From whom the blood flows.

I’ve been alone all this time,
Clinging to what was mine,
My sanity, my reality,
My humanity.

Nobody seems to believe me now,
As if I was born a liar somehow.
Locked away in my tiny room,
In a house that knows gloom.

The peeling paint and cascading sadness,
Burrowed and ingrained in the madness,
As familiar turns monstruous,
Calm becomes tempestuous.