An outsider

I will climb not onto your tower,

I will not break into your locked gate,

I will not let myself in without an invitation,

I will not walk on the green grass of your beautiful garden,

I will admire it from afar.

Blame it on the fate that has made us cross our paths as we walk on life quietly,

Blame it on the first hello,

Blame it on me, if you wish….

But,

Don’t blame the Sun for it’s brightness and warmth,

Don’t blame the Moon for being soft and pale,

Don’t blame the presence of the gloomy weather,

Don’t blame the storm for stopping by and wrecked our lives.

Is it a sin to be alive after a death?

Is it a crime to have hope to dance in the rain once more?

Is it forbidden to fall, only because we might get bruises?

Is it wise to deny the fact that the Sun rises in the East?

Is it…………….?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s going on?

Have I gone crazy?

I feel you all over me,

Your face, smiles, laughter, and the way you look at me,

Your hugs, kisses, the way you make me laugh endlessly.

I am lost in your labyrinth,

While sipping a bottle of absinthe,

Should I scream your name out loud?

Can I stop it? Will I find a way out?

What is it all about?

I do not want to see too far ahead,

No more tears I want to shed.

Live it for today,

Be it sunny, be it grey,

Let’s get through it,

and give it our best hit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thoughts

Nightmares, when you are awake, 

Old scarry film plays in your head, 

Try to run away, find a hidden shed,

For sanity sake. 

They were gone, for awhile, 

Now they are here, every single day, 

You want them gone, but they’re here to stay, 

Not long from now, you’ll be living in exile. 

The monster

Come,
Lay by my side
No need to cry
No need to hide.

Share your nightmare,
I will kill the monster
That has been haunting you
Remember,
I’m a mythical hare.

Come,
Sleep in my arm
Soon, the monster will die
And will cost you no more harm.

Urge

Fight the urge to kill the night
without my sword I’m not a knight
no burning tower
only old rusty land mower
no fiery dragon breath
one angel standing his name is Seth

Fight the urge to kill the time
cling clang cling clang I hear a chime
fear is hanging
anxiety is dangling
puff after puff
past pops up and start to bluff
meaningless words become real
moving fast like a long slimy eel
under that table I hide
her come the Pegasus, my ride.