Quiet
Chaos


Silent
Death


Obsessive
Greed


Abundant
Arrogance


Perched

Upon a bridge


Overlooking

The waters
of Virtue

Glimpsing

the reflections
Of our sullied souls


We dared
to embrace

The Demon
That told us to Jump
Now

we look Up at it,

Expectantly
As our heads

Sink beneath the surface
Forever blind

Silent
Consumed
Benighted

A tiny feather small and soft
makes little impact
when it floats aloft,
ten thousand feathers
make a bird
which sings out loud
and can be heard,
it’s hard to be a single feather
but we are strong
when we fly together

For one last time, the sun sets on the stacks of notes, dreams and piles of unfinished business
And one last time we'll put down what we're asked on a lonely piece of paper
For after that we all change and we stop the old habits forever

As we walk through the memories, faded behind glass
It takes just a moment to go back now, but soon we'll forget
And all we'll know is how it made us feel, the euphoria within

What I'm trying to say is,

Would you stop to thank yourself?
If i took your hand and brought you here.
To see how far you've come and what you've done
Would it blossom in your heart, like it does in mine?

To hope is to forgive, and to let go is to learn
And to be hurt and to be picked up again is to stand up for ourselves
One last time before the Sun sets
Would you take my hand and reminisce in what will become the foggy past?

And we're a bit far apart in minds and hearts
But this one room seems to blend us into one
To remind us of the flesh and bone we all share
And the pain that we bear, all together still
That we'll soon have to take back, heavier than we gave it away

What I'm trying to say is,

Would you stop to smile for a moment
If i took your hand and brought you here
To feel the uncertain envelop us silently
Would you do it, but even if you turn away
If i could tell you one thing: don't let this be crushed to dust,
Don't forget the last of us.

I don't count, for I don't know what counts
A look, a smile, silence, to turn and walk away
What counts is for them for which it matters
Known only at the end when the whole revealed
And I, a new self, rebuilt from all that counted
Of others: their words, presence, absence, or kiss
And we become Others, as Others become Us
The perfection of unity, now, a shadow glimpsed

Sorry? For What, Love?

Sorry? For what, love?
when you’ll hurt me again.
Sorry? For what, love?
when you’ll break me again.

What I need is understanding, my dear,
That east and west can only unite
When they surrender to love,
Destroying the world
They crafted for themselves.

Then Sorry? For What, Love?

She stepped into a garden with roses galore
She was looking for one, but just needed more

And then she found two, dazzling in sight
Whom puffed up their petals with all their might

Rose One was nostalgic and hated Rose Two
Happy moments were memorable, but only few

Rose Two was two-faced, but made her glad
All she wanted was to not be sad

She took both because she couldn’t decide
She thought she was happy, but at home she cried

She was confused, she had the rose
Was it not the right one she had chose?

Overwhelmed with sadness and pain
She knew one rose could only reign

She looked at her hands, deciding which rose would win
When she saw the thorn that had torn her bloodied skin.

Unanimous legs stand together in attention
the architecture's height taller than rage outside
the ******'s gun ready to be launched anytime.
He stops his vigilant feet,
and questions the reason for war
An ideology was what it was
But when does our humanity started
prioritizing ideology more than a life?