The household never did
listen, follow the rules, always
he never knew how to rid
himself of seedless prays
effort but useless days
in meaningless lives.
And his gods were almighty
allthough they never gave him the sight he
desperately needed.
He hoped his prayers finally were seeded.

I wish to whisper in the ear you picture
him
nibbling on.
I try to make it easy, to help
you
understand, just what it is
to feel so bright, picturing a kiss,
before it even happens.

I've been comparing the
expensiveness of the clothes he's wearing
to the level of his unconditional caring
and there is no correlation.

I'd rather stare around, talk
or laugh on that perfect balcony.
But if I ever pass the cold grey stones
and the buds of cigarettes again,
it'll trigger the emotions of a moved, changed man.

As I stare right through you,
as they did, as they will,
I notice I am just as wrong.
But that's what happens when the storm is strong
and the home you've tried to build
on the hill is struggling to stay still
on the day of reckoning.

Relatively speaking, different
things amaze me by their
origin.
I can not express
how life would be
with any less
of this obnoxious inconsistency.

Sometimes we need to be alone.
Drop the act and state the fact
that we don't know what our performance lacked.

Was it the impression that I gave
the one of disinterest
or the way I did behave?
Please answer because this is not a test.

I'll have to figure out without your help
but I'll get nowhere.

Know that I tried
before I leave your sight,
remember that one night
when we sat outside
and talked about your favorite concept.

On big days like these I think
extra hard and long about the meaning
of a song or the missing link,
the mystery that's leaning
in and whispering closely to your ear.
So very quiet but just loud enough for you to hear.
Do it, is what it says. And you get conscious,
you get a little curious. Furiously do you
want to know.

And when you find it
you deperately want to show, all and anyone
what it is, this marvelous revelation,
this heartstimulating, sensational relation.
The connection that you seem to see
it's personal and means more than anything to me.

All the unfitting things that take over apart
from this concept, kept ruining the troubly vision
that you have. Faith was losing to the misperception
of this world.

I miss you, lover, I miss you, family,
I miss you, friend and stranger, hovering
closer and closer to me. I'll miss you but you're free.

They don't understand, but why would they.
They live without the burden, the outcast feeling
that you have or do they hide it, I don't know.

I miss you, stranger, why'd you have to go?

Almost winter and I still
don't have a backup plan.
Yet, there is time left to spill.

Even when there is no chance you can
or on the other hand,
when you know you can't.

It's nice to have something just in case
somewhere to escape to
some kind of a fireplace
far away from risks.