Stínové divadlo, plátno bez mraků
Polibky paprsků chutnají mdle
Žně slunce, výstřižek kadeří prachu
Scéna se spalovnou na čelním skle

Tváře a vteřiny končí pod koly
Nad pěstí siluet vztyčené gesto
V stříbrném příboji plovoucí vory
Za hradbou doutná hořící město

Sto věží padá na žíhané domy
Sto věží nad kvádry, ze kterých zebe
Pás oken zazdil tašky střech do tmy
Pár trysek kreslí žíhané nebe

When did the world
Start determining
Your beauty?

I watched the sea today
And felt the absence
Of one
To lean my head against
As the sun set
One who's hand I would hold
As the waves played  against the rocks
But I remembered
We were like them
Forever playing
Crashing into each other
One slowly eating away at the other.
Was it worth it?
I wonder
Then again
Waves are just waves
Sunsets just sunsets
And rocks are simply rocks.

Does there have to be purpose to life
Can't we gallop like the waves
Without giving meaning to each crest,
Each turn
Each meeting with the shore
For like foam
We vanish in the blink of an eye
A lifetime gone in one wave
So why search for meaning
Why try gain deeper meaning
Eternal truth
Or the ever elusive One love

she praced around on graceless feet
wearing a crown made from
the shards of broken dreams
her eyes were vacant or
at least they seemed for there were
glittering tears falling down in streams

l.r.

She kisses her demons
More than she kisses
Actual boys.