The youth

Good toppest lustre of the day
The brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining through blames
Our pure ambrosial saints ain't flames

These souls has a new odour today
The young beautiful flash to play
We are the good children of glare
Our colour candytuft shift blur

God's love mends and make the youth
This time and space experience use
The living waters with the future frozen
Our power through the mirror was spoken

Past passion, post move on the song
The uniform dance, listen the flowers wrong
Happiness blossom the rainbow nation
Our fruit bloom the path of fasion

We are blood washing through the rails
Of a sweeping banister. Unfolding tails

I can colour in the lines,
and draw in 3-D
But even that would never make you see.
I can do a funny dance
One of old fasion and style,
Maybe the twist
or maybe spin the dial.
I can laugh and i can cry
Sometimes for no reason,
Sometimes wishing to die.
I can fly and i can sing
In my mind i might even win.
I can see and i can hear
Much to your contrary belief of me
From your rear.
I can sleep and i can wake
I can read and i can bake
But pick on me you managed to do
For trivial things like the way i tied my shoe.
I used to think i was good at all these things
but i all i had to do was picture you
Picture you i would and all hope was gone
Gone with the wind for someone else
Perhaps a strong person would use it to take a stand
But none of this matters
because you've done it all
Even turn on my mp3
The volume not starting low.
But in all my life, i think i win
For i have tried even if i lost the spin
In all my life never once have i seen you try
Try like you never expected to die
And for this i thankyou
For that's the reason i can now
Now do all these things without picturing you.
...well maybe that's not entirely true...
From time to time (all the time)
I do still picture you
But it's getting less and less now (you lying cow)
And i acknowledge what you did with a bow
(to spit on your shoe)
I can think of your failure and push right on through.
I know that might not be the nicest thing,
But after all you left many rings.
Yes, i admire your trying
And your lack of dying
But maybe in life it helps to let someone through
Someone to help you tie your shoe.
I'm glad that you're happy
In a weird kind of way
For i can't help but see you and remember the way
You don't say hello
You don't say goodbye
Maybe we just needed to let it die.
I'm sorry if i hurt you with my painful presence
But at least i don't squeeze out your every essence.

in warmth
we dress inside
a darkened dressing room
not caring for the fashion trend
this womb

in dark
and cold undress
ourselves to lie, to sleep,
not knowing of a fasion trend
this tomb

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos

I see you now,
Looking at me through a broken window,
The stare,
A stare,
Just...

Stare.

You saw my heart,
My thoughts,
Theories,
Dreams.

...dreams

Criticise me,
Talk behind my back, acting natural when I prepare a death glance.
You're better then me,
You wear prade shoes, high fasion make-up,
ONLY branded clothes.
But yet I have a perfect personality,
A way of being someone's favourite, without buying their respect.
Yet I know how to be a friend, not just a "made in china" barbie doll in a second-hand box.

You're better than me in every way,
Because you have money.

Money made you, right?
So let's see if it can take you away.

Just a dream of yesterday,
Thought you'd like some insight to my life...
XoXo

Just a cut, just a scratch.
What's that? It was just the cat..
Just an excuse, just another lie.
What's with all the bracelets? Just fasion, why?
Just a tear, just a scream.
Why were you crying? Had a bad dream..
But its not just a cut, tear or lie..
Its always just one more before you die.