On an orange field blessed by sunset
shards of broken glass lay on the ground
in the autumnal grass wind gently passes by
and soft as a swan’s feather
she dances around.
Sunlight drops on her eyes of sky
her pearly smile shines more than stars
and she looks to me, her eyes do not lie
for she is the purest jewel I will ever see in my live.
Like water, that gust of wind
she splits it with her fingertips
and a red breath-nourishing rose
she holds between her lips.
Music is a woman full of love
that loves carelessly until it hurts;
Her laughter will caress your skin
like that glass caresses that orange field.
In her, like in a true love I see
a reflection of freedom, reflection of all mine;
She is the bird to bring joy and peace,
the one to say “shush” and tell that it is fine.
Wherever may I roam,
with her, that place I can call home.

Are you… dead?
That moment when you are hanging?
When there is no more room;
When before you only is doom.
Nothing to lose, nothing to win,
just counting, sin by sin…
Animal before death,
stomped in the head.
That’s a terrible thing.
That’s a mad thing..

You know you’ve reached the end,
but you still have some breath on your hand.
How does that feel?
Are you afraid of your death that comes?
Or are you just ashamed of how your life has passed?
What goes in your head?
Do you recall every single memory?
Or are you just blank?
You between boulders,
the blade is on your neck,
the coffin is beneath your feet.
No more cards, no more moves;
You already played your deck…
Do you scream or do you just leave it silently bleed?

The one that has fully lived,
he doesn’t need hope no more;
for him everything is fullfilled.
Is there really such a man, a man that is truly full?
Has anybody finished the maze,
and went away with a smile on the face?

The sun is set it can’t be seen, still is day;
It is not dark, stars can’t be seen, night is here.
Not blue, not black, the clouds are just right;
Shading the horizon border,
combining black and light.
Haunting the sky, it just gets louder and louder;
What are these colors, so heavily pushed?
What is this odor, that binds me.. paralyzed, bushed?

My eyes see, lids are half shut;
My body can’t move,
it is busy dancing with the clouds.
These thoughts that I see,
they are not coming from me.
Who are you noble stranger?
..You who brings color to the clouds?
..You who makes it real even if I would dare not?

On the frozen aisle both roads evenly alike
dry breath is taken, it is not breathed.
The air mocks, peeling the skin,
skinned from the inside, it is red.
Seen but not felt are the ****** hands;
Felt but not seen are the ****** lungs;
A layer of ice thickened on the warm red
dams the veins not dead nor alive.
Silent, not a whisper,
the frozen calmly eats;
There is no bad no good,
all thoughts stagnantly anchored.
Not a soul around, not a soul inside,
a cold face is all there is;
A single tear is all to spare.

A cup of coffee soakes the aroma everlasting
that corrupts the air, shaking into harmony.
Moisture into ice, steaming up the hose;
Caressing her timid white flesh as
kisses breeze through the window
fill the room with silent words
in the ear soundless and angelic
and laughing crazy trills through his veins.

Over the shoulder, from the neck
his palm waves down the spine.
Two black gems, turn from night to light;
Big bald head peaks over the street as it
gathers drops from moisted heat
it rays on black silky hair
glittering from beneath the skin
and taste of pale freedom maddens him

You have dreams, don’t you?
Every night before you sleep,
I’m sure there is something you long for to have, do or keep.
I know, everyone has plans;
but not everybody is ready to dance.
You see, there are these little things I call cramps.
I don’t know if you got me or not;
I’m talking about those little things behind every evil plot.
You know that time,
when disappointed of the day you go to bed,
and the only thing that can put you to sleep,
are the lies to your soul you have fed?
Them are those cramps,
Them are those damps.
In the morning you get up, I guess all sore;
but nothing looks like the thoughts you had the night before.
All those things you said you’d do,
now seem foolish, pointless, untrue…
The past and future seem within reach,
and the present looks like one hell of a glitch.
That is just the thing we tell ourselves,
looking for excuses, shuffling between shelves.
But we all deeply know,
that firstly before us, that is low.
Motivation is bad, it won’t get you what you seek.
The mind changes all the time, it is terribly weak.
Persistence is what you need;
Your own discipline is what you need to feed.
Push it to the edge,
until it’s hanging from the ledge.
Do it, even if it hurts,
if that is what your soul lurks.
Then you’ll know what you want, what you need.
Opinions and perspective change all the time;
Your own hill, only you can climb.
It’s not important what you think is stupid or smart.
Get your aim at the stuff that fill your heart.
Aim and shoot,
shoot and in your target the bullet beroot.
Rub and scratch those little cramps,
those nasty damps;
Give it all, yell and shout,
until the cramps get burned out.

Arms, legs, body and head,
you can not deny it,
we are just a plague widespread.
Across me sits this smelly man,
I see in him nothing but an orangutan.
I look at his face, look at his hands,
there is nothing more than a monkey in pants.
I try to think of how does he think,
but what do I know;
I’m written by the same ink.
Years and years, nothing but a lion’s purse,
now seconds passed,
we think we are masters of the universe.
A load of meat floating on a rock,
I guess we are lucky,
but we haven’t even learned to walk.
We hope and dream our dreams,
we want to achieve,
but everything is wrong when it’s not how it seems.
Everyone is a god, everyone is supreme;
When their belly is full,
everyone lives in his own dream.
But take away the feast,
get in their way;
Man becomes the most savage of beast.
We haven’t lost that jungle sense,
no diffrent than animals,
our population is just more dense.
But I guess we are noble in a way,
that’s the greatest irony of all;
Because I know how to say what I can say.
Ape does not know that he is ape,
he does not know the diffrence between an apple and a grape.
He does not even know if his own kin he rapes;
but for **** sure we should know,
that we are nothing but the next-level apes.