How can anything be even said aloud,
When the whole nation has the highest of doubts?
When the whole nation lives in the shadows of those doubts?
Constantly perusing their whereabouts?
Please wake me!

Are there any words to elevate the ache?
Are there any songs to ease this gnawing pain?
Are there any chants of escape for the souls from their restraints?
Any rhymes to dry tear rains?
Please wake me!

No apologies - fake or real - can help.
No pity - fake or real - can mend.
No anger - fake or real - can be spent.
Only flowers and candles - can yelp.

Yelp for the whole nation who can't speak anymore.
Who have their brothers and sisters - in their core.
Who see their brothers and sisters - to that other shore.

Don't wake me.

(c) kRu, 27.01.-31.01.11

the only reason that i breathe
is looking into your eyes,
and then i'm lost inside the whirlpool
of your lies...

and that same reason that i walk
is just a glimpse of your touch,
and then i'm lost inside the whirlwind
of your talk...

REFRAIN:
will you please me, won't you please me
like i feel you will?
i am not quite sure what is
your desire, still...

so every breath that i do take
is filled with your sweet laughter,
and then i'm lost, and there's no "after",
no "before"...

and every smile that i do stake
is drowned in our real music,
and then i'm lost, oh how i'm lost
inside your soul...

REFRAIN:
will you please me, won't you please me
like i feel you will?
i am not quite sure what is
your desire, still...

so every breath that i do take
is filled with your sweet laughter,
and then i'm lost, and there's no "after",
no "before"...

and every smile that i do stake
is drowned in our real music,
and then i'm lost, oh how i am lost
in your soul...

(c)kRu, 18.11.10

you bite my toes -

that evokes
a wondering frenzy
that all of the
previous lovers
were (are)
just a bit (?)
selfish and lazy...

you tickle my feet
and all over a bit
and lap up
and lap up
and up my belly
and press foreheads
and my insides rally
for -
that there may be
more wondrous heedful lovers
who'd find
(or to look for?)
me -
quite possibly.

you softly grab
my leg in sleep,
and i almost weep
(hoping?)
realizing cautiously
that maybe,
just
may
be
there is merit in me
for an even more
wondrous and heedful
relationship -
whenever that
comes in free.

and i still feel
your spirit on me,
and hope
it will flee
as soon as
i cross the ocean -

safe in the notion
that none of us

really needs running...

(c)kRu, 07.11.(on the plane)-09.11.11

you jumped
(or flew?)...
and everything
ended...
for us?
or
for you?
you smiled,
you
pretended...
supposed that
it's better.
so -
is there peace?
we certainly hope!

thanks for the
harsh lesson -
it should
serve us right;
it should
stress our plight;
should make us
stop squeeze
lives out of
ourselves...

that's
quite a cruel
ransom.

cross carefully,
please...

(c)kRu, 09.06.-10.06.11

you've left a scar so deep
it makes me wonder -
"what the ****?!.."
and "why"
and
"why the hell..." -
has it so deeply struck?
for -
you are NOT
Him;
and
never will be...

as
NO other lover
EVER will be.

but you...
have left...
the scar:
so deep - it hurts
from utmost far;
excluding everything
and notwithstanding tolls;
it's not genteel -
a curtain call
like that.

the heartache-bloodstained oars
still paddle that so-wobbly
boat;
whose are they? -
mine or yours?..

you've left the scar
so deep...

here - take it
back to
sort out
and to keep:

i've got...
no use...
for it!..

(c)kRu, 19.06.-27.06.11