WINTER

White trees, eternally frozen in the night, so far deep in the night
Each frozen step of beauty follows—;
The violin into fallen skies as they gesture saying “ Help.”

And in between a note, the sculptures of time move; with ease, we cease to exist.
From the local stores of panic, clocks tick a tune with no hope to live.

Violin keeps on playing. Dancing through the sound of snow.
Look the lyre; jealous. Be. You’re the one that’s softens the snow into spring’s glory.

And while winter’s glory has come and gone.
With infinite wisdom, we, the children of the moon must part.
Before the tenderness of your hand falls before  the lyre’s touch.

LOVE SONG

Apples. My lover used to love them.
Sometimes between the sleepless oceans
A morning flower promises spring to bloom:
So nothing in her head could prevent her splendor of beauty

In unprecedented fashion I’ve fallen.
Romantic waves follow the pearls of the night,
Where the temples ultimate promise is to unite them

From here to eternity. Will the Apple ever fall down to the ground, from which her rounded body,Imperfect, time after time
Her unnatural dress stain from the waters of the moon... falls!

Times are changing
There’s a new enemy at the door
Waiting for a simple action
Waiting for their next step

Simple times where have you gone
Wanting you to come back
To the times we sang songs by the fire
As the wind carry our gentle tunes
To the next camp site
To next camp site full of children dancing to our tunes

There’s no hope in change
Change will give hope to some
But the rest were destined to fail
Chained to the rules of wise man
Just like the time during the oppression of our brothers

Your childhood is far gone
As the wind once carried our tune
Now children don’t play with toys
There prisoners of their own device
Some take pleasure from it and others gain fortunes
But my son what have you done
To the life I once cherished before

Wanna be gods walking on our side
Deciding whether to bring life or take it from us
Think about the simple times
To the times of prosperity
To the times where bullets didn’t fall from the sky
To the times where we only got scared from the thunder of the storm
And not to wanna be gods walking with guns waiting to take our lives

Tell me my son
Now you now times are changing
Just like that 60’s song once said
Wonder why?
Is our fall to them continue to play their games
Now listen my son
Do something before your time is gone
Time is our enemy and our ally in this lonely life of merits and regrets
Do it my son.