Life is often dark for
those that dream

brighter for those born
kings and queens

brighter yet for the ones
that find beauty in all things

Land of the free
words fed intravenuously
like opiates into opened veins
until the lies they tell us become truth

Propaganda filled drips
drown out the screams of the innocent
killed by fear and misdirected hatred
and soldiers fighting "wars" on terror

How then does the aggressor become hero?
while handing out oppression labelled as democracy
liberty  comes encased in the shell of a bullet
and if you resist.........freedom

comes quicker than you wish

You grind my hips
You tasted my lips
You held me so hard
I could barely breathe
Hell like heaven  
Not magic nor spell you did
But I was enchanted
Then you asked me how I felt?

Grabbing me by your arms
Love, into my body you filled
Till I was bewitched
Till nothing was left
Wine you were,
You made me addict
You loved me so hard
That into my heart
Your name was sealed.
With your smile
All my scars you healed
And then you left
Like nothing happened.

Memories pops up in your head
from morning to dusk break
like you are bewitched by a magic spell
you feel like you have nothing left
every time you try to escape
you realize it's not easy to forget


Even it was for  year,  month or just a day
YOUR LOVE WAS TRUE!!!!
and now you are stuck by a thread
paralyzed, unable to move to right or to left
you are suffocating, you barely can breathe
you should have known matter of heart requires no document
trying to erase things
you are lost in a maze
and every time you open your eyes
something lumps up in your throat
and you realize it's not easy to forget

She reaches on tip toe
through windows and tries
to take hold of the outside
and gather it in,

for to feel the wind
and the pull of the tides
on the shrinking inside
of a life growing thin..

This morning at daybreak
and half awake still
he bundled his memories
on to a stretcher
and carried them up atop
Cothelstone hill
and sorted them through
for the moment he met her;

the memories bandaged,
the ones with bruised limbs,
he laid on the heather
like hospital beds
but the one of their first kiss
he threw to the wind
and asked the wind's help
for to help him forget..

Easy flow the waters
of the river passing by,

though we straighten them with walls
and narrow them in time,

and lace them up with bridges
to bind them where they lay,

still the waters, like a lifetime,
slip their bonds and pass away..