experience for the future experience
nerves experience for the future for
all around and in a row and at the piano and
for guitar and for ukulele and for minutes
experience for the future experience

experience for the future experience
the imagination of what is to come
everything worries me a little
worries and disturbs me without end
experience for the future experience

experience for the future experience
which year which is around
nerves leave me no nerves and
no they probably never leave me
experience for the future experience

06.12.18

A guitar has six strings
That when struck as one note
Can elicit a sound
Far beyond a mere throat
Yet a voice can sink ships
Or at least it's been said
Can a six-stringed guitar
Claim one person that's dead?

old guitar behind
and the old lamp before my eyes
where the road will bring me again
where fate will see me again
will my soul meet love

will the blue bird sing on the branches
will the harps play the melodious
will golden glasses fall from heaven
will the night fall for my sake
and for my great journey

21.11.18

documents around them
documents they are a poet to me
documents they are lira
documents they are guitar
they are a guitar they are a guitar
they are the violin they are the pianos

documents around them
the documents are sung to me again
documents on how to get away from them
documents never to leave
because always always always
existed were were were they

13.11.18

i sat, leaning against the wall
guitar in hands
my fingers dancing on the strings
i closed my tear-filled eyes
and let my heart take over
i recorded the sound of my broken heart
you may not like the sound of it
but it wasn't meant to sound pretty
it wasn't meant to sound like a perfect thing
it was meant to sound broken
just like me

here I sit again
I remember my humble spring
remember those modest lights and
that humble red guitar
and friend and light and new mountains

I see again and
I remember my dreams and I like water
here I sit here and I sit like
I then said that it would come
this moment and hour will come

and even then by the light of those lanterns
and in the light of that coming sun and summer
with all these drawings graffiti and guitar
I was not so happy then not at all but now
I remember the words and everything will
pass and what will pass
it will be nice and beautiful

02.11.18

Somewhere tonight
there’s a girl writing a song
between working two jobs,
ignoring the voices that
tell her to give up.
I hope she never does.
I hope her future
is a bright one.

Life is passing by a lot faster than I thought.
All my memories seem so far away.
It seemed just yesterday that I was on the train to New York City.
With the phantom lights dimmed down and my guitar in my hand.
Strumming away the days like grey rain raining down cafe jazz.
But now in my cup of coffee is a blurred reflection staring back at me.
All the things that I seen and all things that I have done stored in my memories.
I'm riding in the backseat of a taxi with my face pressed against the window looking out at familiar faces.
Life is passing by a lot faster than I thought.