Stupid us
Thinking we
Were in love

Stupid me
Thinking I
Was good enough.

The sound of happy Sparrows
cost only a few handfuls of nuts.

One day
We will meet again
One day
You wish
We were
Together and forever
That day
Wil never happen.
Your dream or nightmare
Can never bring me back
Fetch your luck
Away from my day.

Colours are important for our feelings,
If you can find the matching ones.

We were not born equal
To die equal.
Each has his own story.
No equality at all
I am so sorry.
Some were born to be kings
Wearing diamond rings.
Others were born just to sing
For this or that king.
Time is our arch enemy.
Some were born just to worship
Others to be worshipped.
Trust no one but your heart
Be yourself
You were born smart.
Dance and sing
Tell them all.
I was born a king.

you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.

pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads