Here's an ode to the
Oh- that feeling in my stomach
when you turn it
upside down
inside out
through my mouth came words
and now suffer under your sea of humility

I know it's hard to see me,
It's getting harder to speak
when they don't have the time to
hear my cries,
to wait for my mistakes-
No.
I take it back.
No.
I never said a thing.

He was never one with words,
He have those in his head,
But not in his voice.

He believed in waiting for the right moment,
And time will reveal it all,
Without ever changing what already is.

Another hero came rushing in,
Shaking her world,
And of what she knows.

He was there first,
But he was not the one to claim,
Years of effort has gone to the drain.


- HIY

When it has come to thousand years
All the leaves have fallen and replaced
All the water has dried and filled again
All the souls have died and born again
And I have sat on all the bench at every park
I'll still love
Love you again
And bigger and bigger again

My heart has rolled back and forth
My blood has spilled buckets and buckets
My hand has written thousand lyrics
But still
I'll still love you
Love you more
And more and more again

Don't question
I met no answer
But I'll still
Love you again
And more and more again

Had I let time and weather reach this minuscule pebble
that it had let itself be tainted with powdered pistachio

Had I been so grateful to put it out of its misery
tossed into the river of ever-flowing ink, varnished by the sun

I sit at the pool of Bethesda waiting for my turn to come,
I've sat by this pool for 38 years witnessing the healing of some,
O Bethesda , where was i when angels came to stir thine water?
I was here nights and days waiting earnestly just like the others,
I waited yes i waited,
For 38years i waited
The angels came and stirred,
Yes they stirred and others entered
But all i've done is wait, wait and wait.

There once was a mathematician, who
hypothesised long ago that I would
learn to love him. His words were all logic,
plans and placements, everything set in
stone for me to keep. He said that, one day,
my heart wouldn't break at the prospect
of love and that I would get over my
pure fear - of me, of him, of... us. He
promised that, one day, his love would be
returned to him when I realised exactly
what he was to me.

He was right.

But I was too late.

I could have spent hours on that tarmac,
Waiting for planes, and adventure, and you.
God, I waited for you.
Now all I want to do is fly away.

There in the garden
I waited and waited
So patiently.

I waited for hours,
Days, almost a century.

There in the garden
I could have died
From longing.

Many a thing occurred
Before my sight.

Many died,
Many were born,
Some were reborn.

I waited for days
And the sun stood still.

It was only a minute.


--Watercolour