A few nights
After it happened,
During that sad winter,
She told him
A dream she had
The night before:
The One
Was standing near the hole
That was already
His forever home.
She tried to take his hand
To bring him back
Amongst the ones
Who were crying for him,
When a huge dog,
A black and silent shape,
Appeared out of nowhere
And
Prevented her to approach
Any further.
She could do nothing else
Than witnessing
The One
Going down into the hole
And lying there
In the garden of Eden
Quietly
Where he is still sleeping.
I wish I had this dream.

I dreamed I was lost among a thousand trees
And the Leaves were speaking through the breeze
And their voice was familiar and warm
And they spoke as if singing a song
And they told of a thief who stole the most beautiful heart
And they whispered of the splinters he had left in its place
And they warned of the danger of feeling as if there is nothing to feel
And I tried to speak back but all I could do was stand there and tremble
Their beautiful words filled with such anguish they brought forth my own tears
And I was helpless to help
I would catch this thief and return the heart if I only knew where he hid
I would burn every splinter and heal every wound
I would comfort these Leaves
But even in this dream their branches are just out of reach

A single bullet was all it took
And I needn’t have wasted that,
He sat alone in that dismal cave
In an old Field Marshall’s hat,
His eyes were sunk in that pallid face
A demented cast to his jaw,
He didn’t move as I knelt and aimed
And put an end to the war.

It was getting late, it was ‘68
When I ventured into the cave,
My friends said going spelunking was
A bit like digging your grave.
‘Expect big rats, and giant bats,’
They said, before I’d begun,
So I added that to my haversack,
Just to be sure, a gun.

It wasn’t a normal cave I sought
But one by the autobahn,
Where I’d seen a crevice opening up
That nobody else had done,
It seemed to lead deep down in the earth
Could easily close, if found,
So I took a pick, a dynamite stick
And burrowed into the ground.

I had a lamp on my helmet, like
A miner’s, casting a beam,
And climbed on plenty of rubble
That had collapsed in a steady seam,
It led to a concrete tunnel
Plenty of rock strewn passageways,
A giant work of construction that
Lay hidden in former days.

I seemed to go on forever
Then ran into a barbed wire cone,
Blocking one of the passageways
And a sign, ‘Halt! No Go Zone!’
The wire was rusty and fell apart
As I pushed it away to the side,
But then the sound of scuffling rats
Brought the gun out by my side.

Then finally it had opened up
Into what would appear a cave,
With flags and banners arranged about,
The glory of former days,
A corpse sat propped in an easy chair
In a uniform from then,
And there, attached to the shirt front was
A nameplate, ‘Bormann, M.’

Beyond, and under the banners was
A barely human form,
Who stared at me in the darkness there
As if I’d not been born,
The greatest conqueror of our time
And there’s no disputing that,
Lost in pain in his vast domain
For there der Führer sat.

David Lewis Paget

I want the action and cut
the confident strut
the not-knowing-what's-what
making me tut

I want the blinding lights
the disturbed nights
the cat fights
making me right

I want the drunken slur
the not-you-it's-her
the lazy chauffeur
making me blur

I want the beauty not the brains
the heartaches and the pain
the work and the strain
making me faint

I don't want the lights
I don't want the fights
I don't want the pain
I don't want to feign

this life that I dream of
that millions desire
I think I'd be better off
staying the little liar

I remember his eyes,
as blue as the ocean
I wanted to go for a swim.
I remember how he kissed me
slowly as if i might break.
I remember how he played with my hair
combing it gently with his fingers.
I remember how he held me,
his arm tight around my waist.
I remember the smell of smoke
that lingered from his last cigarette.
I remember how it it weakened my asthma plagued lungs
I remember him biting my lip
hard enough to draw blood.
I remember his free hand roaming up my leg,
and how i grabbed his wrist to stop him.
I remember trying to protest,
but not a sound escaped my lips.
I remember the realization,
he was stronger than me.
I remember giving up
and going numb.



I remember his eyes, as blue as the ocean;
I jumped in and the waves went over my head
they dragged me under.  
I jumped in and i drowned.