There once was a world
that stood on it's head

and wriggled and jiggled
and shook out the dead

and shook off the living
and all of their stuff

'til nothing was left
in it's pockets but fluff,

'til nothing was left
but a world upsidedown

that shakes in the wind
as it's spinning around

like a ragged old lady
with thin and threadbare

clothing she's no
longer willing to share..

On nights like these
I thought that I was doing fine
Just when I could love again
It's a pity, you're not mine

On nights like these
I wish to hear your voice  
Yet, I couldn't
Not by choice

FOOTSTEPS SET IN TIME

The lightness of
your footstep

as you hurried to me

caught in the slowly setting
concrete
you didn’t see

holds your fleeting love
permanently  

your footsteps
greedy for me

paying no attention
to the world whatever

only knowing that
in a few footsteps more

you would be precious
and adored for who you are

your footsteps
still exist

echoing inside my tears

as I put my next step
inside yours

and the snow fills
the other   footsteps        up.

One can never persuade already persuaded.

Ergo:
*You've got to fight your own battles beneath your mind's capacity to always win the self-righteous 'believed' ethics imposed unto others and wisely remain silent for awhile.

*Let your life style, active philosophy and true deeds speak for themselves!

The past's been written
And the ink ran dry
The future's uncertain
Time's going to flash past us
In the blink of an eye

'AHHHHH, MAKE ME A CUP OF TEA!"

Here, in this living room
my mother lies

in her coffin.

Death, the uninvited guest
makes itself at home.

I sit beside her
as if in a play

not knowing
the next line

is mine...

In the cast list
I am her first

boy
I am

unable to cry
now

unable to believe
the realness

of this
reality.

Memory is unable
to hold her

she spills from my mind
like water

held in the hands.


My mind cuts
a cross section

through time

so that she is
here

in all her living
guises

little girl...young woman
mother.

I see her
as all she forever is

can ever be. . .

Tears drop
upon her

face
tears that can't

stop
as if now

she cries
for me.

I wipe my tears
from her face.

"Don't cry..."
I whisper into her hair

"I'll make you a cup of tea."

The clock
refuses to chime.

There is no time
left.

Till our love runs out
There's nothing you can ever doubt

Till our faith runs dry
My actions will not lie

Till our hope fades into nothing
It's love, not war we're making

She heard him on the ceiling
slowly sliding off the wall,

sinking, gently spilling empty
promises to break his fall,

she listened for their landing
and they landed everywhere

and she gathered them like corpses
and she burned them, then and there...

So many wasted nights
Of endless fights
Unspoken words
Need I say more
We're no longer what we used to be before

Your eyes are filled with lies
I just realised
I'm not complaining
You're just a lesson I'm learning

Please believe me
It's all you can say
Just to make me stay
This isn't easy
While I just want to be free