How can we dance
when the birds
are dead?
Cut the tumor
out of my mind
(not my soul
-it is pure,
            beautiful.)

I woke up too late,
my train has left.
         That's how
             I feel.
2000 years old train
Destination: City of the Sane.
I will catch it,
however, I'll leave
before the final station
Is reached.

I don't mind
roaming the woods for ever,
walking the meadows
and climbing the hills.

     I refuse.

O damaged ship,
Voyager of the vast waters
for years and years now.
How many things have you seen?
Storms you witnessed,
Islands visited?
There's a certain beauty
in the way your body is scarred
by time.
Sail on, o elder ship.

A chill spot in summertime
Sweet'n blessed
I had a slightly long hair
back then
Some wind was blowing calmly
Shopping for a tent
to spend the Summer nicely
Time, time, time
This special moment,
when Summer is chill,
wind blows,
mind stands still

The dusk's sky  -  We've burnt it to ashes
The dawn's sky  -  I've scattered it's crystal like glass

Insane old man! Insane old man!
Sitting near the sea, in a small town.
Sunset's light and white buildings, empty streets.
Tell your children and your friends that
       There is no Secret
   but only the waves, flowing calmly in the Great Sea,
Cold, dark, silent waters and the
swollen orange Sun above them.

        -The Big Rest is here for us. Finish your chores,
          take a look at the Sun and the village, feel
          the soft evening's wind, do some small things and
                              go to the Sea

                -The old man in a hat, sitting on a chair with
                  a staff in his hand, smiled and said:
                       "There's no Secret, but only
                             waves
                                and the Great Sea."

A Cobra's venom
got inside the veins,
and killed.
That venom is also called
"The Fire".
One should not be afraid of it.

May's nightair
Cold and dreamlike
Come to me
Come to me

I've not forgotten
how your thousand
kisses feel like
Oh, I've not forgotten
        I've not.
-Your soft name
  means to me
             a lot

Uncountable things happening
covered by you,
swarming in the
heart of yours,
in the jungle
          of yours.