You don't care
Or you don't know
You don't love me
Or it never shows

With all those hate
That you have sowed

How much longer
Could you act so low
Before I take
The final dose

You're not to blame
When I am gone
Just remember
That you were wrong

Don't feel sorry
For it's to late
I've already crossed
The Eternal Gate

You don't care
Or you don't know
You don't love me
Or it never shows...

Do not speak to Me...
With the words you never Seek...
With the ideas from the Weak...
You hold no Key...


Do not speak to Me...
If you do not wish to be a Freak...
With the words that you Shriek...
You beg and you Plea...

Take an arrow to the Knee!
Your existence is too Bleak!
Hide under your Shadow!
In the oblique dark Sea...

I do not Care...
About your Uncertainty...
Until you can Develop...
Your own *Maturity...

In the room of dusk

           Waiting for the sun to dive

Into the space behind the sand hills,

Your fingers embracing the white cup of tea

In the orange blush of warm light,



You stare at me,

my eyelashes flutter

I look away " the window steamed from inside

Orchids in a glass looking at us

The twilight is coming, and fading

Your arms stretched to me -

But who stole our memories,

My brother?


Going to hang out your shirt

Your arms tremble again with longing,

Why you need me always more,

Even you know I'm forbidden?

The cat is meows outside,

Branches of the willow shivering

In the caressing wind,

You stay behind me, hugging me silently

Your voice is frozen long ago "

But who stole our memories,

My brother?

Oh, elegant verse-*
As one might stumble upon
Some striking thought or connection;
A comet fallen, burning hot as it strikes,
But cooling with each passing second.

As one stands transfixed,
Aware with every fibre that this cannot last for long,
It is you that captures the greatest of these moments.

For with the words that spring to mind
And twirl and morph and stick,
The meaning may change but
Burn bright still.

Reproduced to new form in every mind
That stumbles through the lines,
With some brighter still, than ever did descend
By nature’s hand alone.