So soulful and very mystic this time so begin
It was so much without saying anything at all
A stillness of silence so profound
The simple and soothing secrets of sounds never composed
A whisper in the ear from a shadow of cool breeze
And slow clouds being pushed apart by the wind
Silence on white cliffs and empty grey skies
A tear could readily fall hauntingly from the view of her beauty
It was so much without saying anything at all
Yet the color of her brown eyes
Seemed to slip away from the candle flame
One would truly dislike as they slowly passed away
They would unwillfully threaten to leave and betray
As pleasing to the senses or mind aesthetically
As  eyes were once closed in the Garden of Eden
It was so much without saying anything at all
From under the flickering light designs
No words could ever compare such of atmosphere
Forthwith the beauty of silence
Thence her intimating shadowy eyes
A clueless looking glass of never sea
Wasted on he in time flows of night moths
Fond affections were never stated to she
From cold secretive envelops,
And faded letters of dusty dry ink
Visionary shadowy landscapes
From the scent of a lost silence
And time became just a lost memory
It was so much without saying anything at all
The leaves gathering in a motion of a winter whisper
An unclear , and uncertain smile almost seen away

Oh my sweet misery,
No point in fighting you,
You will start again
I'm human indeed
Still feeling her skin on my fingertips
She is only in the wind
Scent of punk rock, grunge and cigarettes remain
I wander alone on the subway, to forget her
Trying to forget her intoxicating scent
I want to get away, everything to start again,
Oh my sweet misery

I tasted a bit of love ... with her,
Like a drop of honey, thick and sweet.
Do not ask me to dance again,
Never without her.
In this vast city, I'm invisible
And then ... here you come again, sweet misery!

He first remembered her sitting there
She was very nervous
And very shy as he
Yet, all he ever wanted her
To do was
To trust in him
She was pleasing to the
Senses of his mind
She was an odd cold in June
As a whisper of peace
From an age of silence
She was beautiful poetry unread
A romantic period lost in time
Her beauty was a sweet
Tyranny to his tranquility
Yet, He loved her
He wanted to be her friend
And thereof was
The best days of his mirage
An Oasis lost in an imagination
She was an odd cold in June
From the edge of an once was
Into the centre of a drozen tear drop
Reflections cloud colors clear
While visionary landscapes were so dear

Sunday, March 2, 2014
 
give to me silence
 yet give to me solitude
what you can never give me
is a simple truth
what you can give to me
is a simple lie
sing a lullaby for a shadowy girl
sing a lullaby for an autumn breeze
a menacing quietness fills
an empty shadow
a fiddler of a tune of sweet melancholy
it's the need of the line
yet it begins with you
it begins with two
it begins with an autumn breeze
give me silence
  yet give to me solitude
and play to me a
sad piano tune so dim
from a homeless violin
silence is the sweetness of melancholy
give to me silence
yet give to me solitude
I'm wrestling with my shadow
what you can never give to me
is a simple truth
what you can give to me
is a simple lie

A victim of daydreaming

May 2, 2015 at 1:02pm

I live in a world full of madness

I live in a world full of lies

A speech once worked

The crowd into a frenzy

A leader once won a peoples favor

While appealing to their emotions

I live in a world full of madness

I live in a world full of lies

I live in a world full of emotional speech and demagogy

Sometimes I walk in circles while doubting

The world of anarchy around me

Am I intellectualising to much

While feeling too little?

As an adult one learns to cope

When feelings have aroused as secrets

I am the victim of daydreaming

Yet I have nothing and everything

Am I intellectualising to much

While feeling too little?

Anarchy dwells around me

In a slow motion state of rhythm

I'm a victim of daydreaming

Yet I have nothing and everything

As I fade away into the rhythm of life

I'm a victim of daydreaming

And from actions and words

To never understand what they're about