The lonely men

Have you seen the lonely men
in the crowded rooms
with their heads held high
and eyes full of gloom

where do they belong to
where did they come from
what stories do they recall
what songs do they hum


He had walked among them
in those lonely streets
He had seen them there
into the back they retreats

why do they hide their faces
in such an open place
how to they keep falling
so deep from the grace


He had heard their woes
in those horrible cries
and their hefty laughs
where their pain hides

when will they learn to love
and put their hearts alight
why do they paint the faces
with false colors so bright

Death

there is a dark shadow creeping on the floor

there is a loud, quick knock on the door

now you know you are not where you were before

you were here long ago, but you don't know what for

and you try so hard to understand

you look for someone to lend you a hand

but everyone you know is in a far away land

you realize this isn't how you had your life planned

there is a loud thud upon the wall

your skin is now starting to crawl

the room is starting to get small

you ready yourself for what is about to befall

a thunderstorm is roaring outside

you know that you are trapped inside

you know that there is no place to hide

you kneel down and swallow your pride

whoever it is, is waiting outside for you

you have no one to tell you what to do

you look around, wanting to know if all this is true

looking for anything, a cue, a hint, a clue

what do you do, when Death comes knocking

when you know there is no place It won't come looking

It will take you, no matter the state you are in

your body torn apart, your soul plucked in

the bell tolls, the prayer calls, the gong is pound

for you, they will dug a grave, to lower you into the ground

they will stand by your tomb, their false grief abound

they will stay till bells sound, then leave you to rot in the ground

the door squeaks, silence falls, and walks in the Reaper

The Angel, Azrael, Anubis, Yama, death's own harbinger

Thanatos, Kisin, by any name, but your chauffeur

to take you to the beyond, to what ever comes after

It looks into your eyes, It smiles a wrecked smile

Its eyes deep and dead, Its lips ever so vile

It stands there looking at you, does nothing for a while

then takes you a thousand miles hauling through the aisle

you try to wake yourself from this nightmare

for all this is too much for you to bear

you think you're going crazy, leaving your sanity bare

leaving yourself, going away, you don't know where

there is a red dark alley along the highway

the sky is gone, and in its place all gray

the seas are boiling and this world decay

and you have your whole life to pay

and you are trying so hard to understand

you hang by a thread, your life at the strand

you fall into a pain you can hardly withstand

your voice is strained, your life's been panned

by a fire in the woods, you bled

you lay there, where you were led

it was your last place, a death bed

and in a matter of minutes you were dead

Love

I emblazon myself with the colors of the universe
I am getting high in a world of lows
For I am here now,
Neither do I dwell in the past
Nor do I contemplate on the future
It doesn't matter where I come from
Or where the road I am on takes me
Regrets and Hopes, mere words with little meaning
For Love is an universal truth

I float across a worldly bliss
I am walking in an otherworldly rhythm
For I am listening to the noise
But its not the sounds it makes
Or the silence it breaks
It's a rhapsody like no other
An opera of transcendental voices
Notes and chords, and broken melody
It is a song of Love, the imperfect and bold

I sit in a broken down home
I am sitting at a loss of words
For I have said what I can
But I am not done with life
I have sang its verse
And I have read it prose
I reject all Hate the world projects
All Pride, Greed, Lust and Envy
And now I am become Love

Pawn

You don't know who I am; what my name is. Where I come from, where I'm going. What's going in my mind. You don't know what makes me smile. and why should you?

You don't care for my dreams. For my hopes and desires. You don't care about the stories I have to tell or the songs I want to sing.

I don't know why you claim you know me. Why you say you speak for me. Why you want me to believe that you stand with me. I don't know why you would delude yourself into such miserable beliefs.

I don't care what you think I dream of. What you think I should have and do. I don't care what you think my life should be.

I don't know why I should be your instrument. I refuse to be a pawn.

Double edged blade

Why have you forsaken me
with this double edged blade
do you think you could set me free
while you burn yourself with hate

Do you really think that your blood smell of peace
and your fires really burn with flames of hope
but know some won't forgive 'till you cease
for they have had enough to cope

we are of brutes, of tyrants, of ignorant fools
who will they follow to the end of the road
be willing, unknowing, to be used as tools
unbeknownst trampling the seeds they sowed

why have you forsaken me
on the crossroads of cruel fate
do you think I could not see
that you would just fade

Do you think your truths comfort me
while I know truths are made up of lies
or your loud songs of what is to be
can silence a real man's cries

we are with threats, with terror, with conniving madmen
who will they lead with all their false vows
be willing, knowingly, to lead to the glen
and all their emotions treacherously arouse

Listen

Listen!
Listen. Stop talking.
Stop talking, stop thinking and listen.
There is something going on. There has been something going on.

Listen.
Listen to the sounds that is being made. To the songs that is being sung. There is something going on.
Listen to the voices. To the cries and the weeps. The yells and the shouts. Listen to the laughter.

Silence. Listen to the silence. Listen to everything.

For we have been talking long enough. We have been walking long enough. Why haven't we realized that there is something to be heard? Something worthy of being heard?

We would have heard.

Listen.
Listen to the nature. The sounds it makes, the silence it breaks.
Listen to yourself. The words you say. The song you sing.
Listen to the story being told. By us; everyone. By everything.

Listen even if you think there is nothing to be heard.

Listen!

Edge

  I stand at the edge of Heaven. Staring upon endless emptiness. Behind me, vast pastures of green. High mountains and endless rivers flowing. Behind me a forest of huge trees and wondrous animals. Behind me a desert of sandy gold, and an oasis full of wonders.

  Behind me castles and palaces. Vast and magnificent.

  Behind me, the whole of Heaven.

  I stare into the vast empty space before me.

A lover without a beloved

Uncomfortable in your own skin
Uneasy with the world around
Thinking you are your own sin
Thinking you are just a clown

Like a king without a kingdom
A lover without a beloved
To death you succumb
For you feel unloved

You think you live
Because you got no choice
You think you can't forgive
 Beacuse no one will hear your voice

Like words without meaning
A voice without an ear
You have got this feeling
That no one can really hear

What you feel for yourself
Is nothing but disdain
And to hear it for yourself
You repeat the same words again

Dysthymia

O Weltschmerz
Why sit by the window I ask
if you don't like the world you see outside
why cry your tears and weep
when no one hears you wail
You know that you need to know
what is and what will never be
Painted in all shades of blue
you hang down so low
hidden behind a paper mask
and painted smiles
Tired to the bones
tried to the deepest bones
Why roam around
somewhere you don't trust yourself
why hang around
when there is nothing to focus on
You got no words to hang on to
no hands to hold on to
there is no way you can let go
just sit around
move through the motions
with your blunted affects
and your harsh heart
For you are invisible to a reflected world
no ones looking for you
all they see is a face
and that is enough for them
all they need is a place
to push you and your leaden body into

Through Tainted Glass

Through tainted glass
She looks at a lonely world
through complex eyes
She sees what is not real

Hear those words, have not been said
tear those clothes, have not been worn
fear those roads, have not been walked
but don't She know that She is wrong

There's a thud on the door
just as the doorbell rings
a Man is standing there
sitting down and looking up

The Man speaks in silent words
and says nothing whilst being heard
And as She listen to the weary music
She loses Her mind and loosen Her thoughts

a Boy walks through the kitchen door
slightly limping, crawling on His knees
His hands in His pockets, clutching His wrists
"Mama, I have cut myself!"

All is a dusty mist
All is a clear fog
nothing is an illusion
everything is just not real

You're at the crossroads of time
She says to me
with only one way to go
on the road to the gallows

We are all going to die
He says to me
while living forever
buried six feet high

And a bearded man hang Himself
and loses His way home
He wanders through Her house
looking for everything not there

She hears a crow's meow at dawn
while the rain shine through the sun
and the clock striking midnight
while the trees blows through the wind

The Boy still stands there
laying on the cold gray grass
with bloody hands clutching Himself
"Mama, I have lost myself!"

All is a clear mist
All is a dusty fog
everything is an illusion
nothing is never not real

You've lost yourself this time
She says to me
with nobody looking for me
on the road back home

We are all going to live
He says to me
while killing each other
flying six feet deep

No Fault of Your Own

Yeaterday spent on tomorrow
always feeling so low
if you don't know which way to go
follow the winds that blow

or crawl back to whence you came
out here, there's no fame
just a broken down piano
and a slowly singing soprano

What's that you're searching for?
something you never saw?
go far away from here
until you're truly clear

born, through no fault of your own
just thrown into the perfect storm
swim through until you drown
until you're truly down

there's no one you can really tame
without disappointment and shame
so never let your feelings show
and on your way out close the door

this is where we leave you
you do what you have to do
there's no end ever to be seen
what's left is what you have been

You

You are nothing
Meaningless being
You are a ever changing bundle of experience
No such thing as resilience
The manifestation of raw emotions
For all intentions and purposes, an illusion
You are the words you said, or didn't
The things you did, or didn't
You are the thoughts you thought
Not the money you bought

You are a sunbeam at sunrise
A bird singing lullabies
You are the words on the wall
A tree lonely at fall

You are me
Longing to be
I am you
Wanting to do
Upon each other we fold
We are the world
The Earth beneath us
The stars beyond us
We are the universe
You are the universe

Stranger

Everybody seems strange
When you ain't quite at home
Everything seems to change
When you're lost out all alone

Nothing is what it seems
While you are away from home
Nothing is real, just all dreams
While away, lost all alone

When are you coming back home
When are you leaving this world
There's a call for you on the phone
And all it's saying is the same words
  Won't you come back home


Anything is everything if nothing
Where you don't feel like home
Anyplace will be lost to the fringe
Where you're out all alone

When are you going back home
When are you leaving this place
There's a call for you on the phone
And all you see is the same face
  Won't you please go back home

Misplaced

Misplaced in Time

Lost in this void

He swim across the cosmos

Displeased by the crime

Committed against him

Contemplating all his loss

He don't belong here

Lost in Time

Don't you hear

This is your crime

Displaced in Space

On his own

He float across the Verse

Misled by this place

Confused by all this

Lodged in this intersperse

He don't belong here

In this space

Don't you hear

From your high place

Don't earn a dime

Them he avoid

Crescent, Star and Cross

Or anything of prime

While sitting at the brim

Under the sharp claws

He don't belong here

Oh Thy sublime

Don't you hear

This is your crime

Regarded disgrace

To the bone

And all things' worse

Outside the race

Denied of all the bliss

Because of his curse

He don't belong here

Oh mighty grace

Don't you hear

From your high place

Them

Listening to the world go by; people die people cry
Red eyed Mad eyed Wide eyed Sheep like
I see their twitching fingers upon sighing lips
concealing, displeasing, disturbing
They drive, they run, they walk
they crawl looking for the ultimate fix
Full of wine, full of whine
They stroll down the streets of vanity
where the undead roam
and the blood of the suicides
and the sweat of the whores
and the spit of the politicians
flow like the breath of the Unholy
War drums beat and beat and beat
beat to the beating hearts
beat to the bleeding hearts;
Bleed to the last drop
I hear the horrible cries across the sleeping city
calling to save them
From drugs and despair and tragic love
From soulless and homeless men
From unminding unthinking war-fighting
killing murdering soul-ripping monsters
I hear their blindfolded fears
Raging wars within their disquieted minds
hear their heinous crimes
laughing and weeping in climactic pleasure
longing for death after life
Screams of ecstasy, overheard above the rips of the skins
Billions of starry eyes upon a tearless cry
I feel their apathy underneath layers of cold metal
underneath oil and stone, and money and funny paper
under concrete and steel, and cement and rubber
under plastic and fabric, and sheets of clothes
Where they hide, under blankets and pillows
Where they lie, upon rose beds and under oath
I feel them raving and ranting and roaring
singing love songs and lullabies
while dancing to electrical appliances
and dancing to oil driven machines
Writing love letters to shadows
crying upon moving pictures
I smell their blindfolded fears
burning fires fueled with cold ice
smell their oil driven hearts and
machines riding the streets and
their dirty laundry upon endless puppet strings
and their ink on meaningless paper and
spray paint on the building walls
I smell their cigarettes and coffees and colognes
smell their blood upon their own hands
I see their closet doors creaking
deeps eyes gazing through
Bricks and stones and pebbles and words
thrown around the room till midnight
see them sleeping through nightmares
and dreaming through reality
I see them shouting behind closed doors and drawn curtains
see them conforming, comforting, condoning, conceding
and see them destroying, disposing, distorting, denying
all that is true

Not So Great

My atrocious poetry

with your monstrous writings

We are quite artsy

Don't care what the world thinks

I am no good at rhyming

You can't properly narrate

But we won't go hiding

or join the big masquerade

You and me we are the same

and we both plagiarize

We don't want the fame

We just wanna live a life

Go sailing

Lets go steal a boat
just you and me

and go sailing

we've got a world to see

We haven't been to the Caribbean

to Sydney or to Rome

so lets go to lands far away

leave our shells and roam

Lets sail the Norwegian Sea

and row through River Nile

fly a hot air balloon

or just walk a few miles

Have you seen The Forbidden City

Taj Mahal, or the Grand Canyon?

so lets go travel the world

with me, as my companion

We'll put on different clothes

we'll put a smile on our face

and we'll go meet new people

we'll explore a whole new place

Lets go steal a boat

cold blue

The streets were empty. The full moon lit the sky in an eerie way. The streets were lit by the street lamps. It was a cold night. The breeze brings the salty smell of the sea. The sounds of the waves washing up on the sands of the beach filled the silence. Everything was asleep, every door locked.

The breeze blows inland from the sea. Cold. As it brushes across my face, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand. The leaves on the trees rustle as the breeze blow past them. The breeze that came from the sea departs as it leaves everything on its path awake. Waking them to the night’s serenade. A song by the waves and the trees; the little insects hiding in the cracks. My own footsteps. I listen to them. A symphony.

I was out long past midnight. Walking the empty streets. I walked them with no destination in mind. I had no place to go, no place to be. I walked them on my own. Alone.

Footsteps. I rarely run into anyone at this hour. The footsteps grew closer approaching me from around the corner. And quite suddenly I was face to face with another man.

The man was wearing all black. His hair long and unkempt.

He looked straight into my eyes. I couldn’t help staring into his. His cold blue eyes.

He was a handsome man. Possibly in his late twenties. His face was pale and his eyes looked tired. His cold blue eyes.

There was something about them. Empty and deep. They seems to penetrate into my skin. Straight into my soul.

I started to feel colder. He kept looking into my eyes. And I into his. His cold blue eyes.

He showed no emotion. Except maybe calmness. As if there was not a worry in the world.

The cold breeze blew again. Yet neither of us moved.

I couldn’t help but ask.

‘Who are you?’

‘Death!’

He stood there for a few more seconds and then walked away.

Epitaph

Cometh my dear
join me in death
there shan't be fear
for I, thou shalt haveth

by the road

the morning has broke
with the sun waking
while I stood there
by the road standing

a man walks down
with a limp in his left foot
he walks through town
limping all the way

the traffic has broke
with the cars wheeling
while I stood there
by the road standing

a woman rushes by
with a worry on her face
like she was about to cry
while she rushed past me

the day has begun
with all Men waking
while I was there
by the road sitting

a child run past me
with a dog behind him
happy as happy can be
they run all around town

the noon has arrived
with the torrid sun shining
while I was there
by the road sitting

a couple walks through
hand in hand
their love looking true
they walk all the way

the evening has come
with a wind blowing
I am still there
by the road lying

a girl trots past me
with a smile upon her face
and I could see
that she was lying

the night has arrived
with a storm brewing
and so I leave
the road I was lying