Silence
Screaming dark devoid of life
That thunders down from stars above
Those helpless dreams of shattered gold
Lie battered, bruised in icy folds
Silence
Screaming dark devoid of life
That thunders down from stars above
Those helpless dreams of shattered gold
Lie battered, bruised in icy folds
Turn
I do not know the reasons why
Such little things can make me cry
Why glimpse of joy and happy days
Still keep me here alive with fears
Why strangers’ glance or tone of voice
Will make me block off one more choice
And dreamers’ hope for warm embrace
Dies a death and ends its race
What You See is not What You Get
Fuck life I say to shapeless day
In dawn despair and silent air
A graveyard town still free from frown
Of beauty’s smile in full fake style
A loveless cry in blood-red sky
Still shining cold in death’s sweet gold
The price to pay for every day
I give the smile and live the style
If Only, If Only
Oh how I wish for time to move backwards
Oh how I long for hope once again
Oh how my heart now aches for your loving
Oh how my blood wants veins to run through
Trapped Alone in a Crowded Life
In hated life and death dispair
I scream in light of silent air
That strangles me and hope's still breath
And brings my gaze to sacred rest
To life from death I long to flee
And search for what is mine to see
If long-detested life won't cease
Can I now turn my face to peace?
Centennial
One hundred footprints sunk in sand
On path of life to distant land
Within each one shines new-lost hope
Let past now fall down future’s slope
One hundred chances turned to dust
Seen only now in dreams of past
Suppressed by guilt and blind mind’s trick
Those chances tumble by so quick
One hundred people loved so dear
Their picture’s framed by crystal tear
That rolls down cheek unknown by kiss
Of those whose pictures now I’ll miss
One hundred songs I’ve yet to sing
And still more dreams I’ve yet to bring
To life and love and future’s chance
Now come with me and join the dance
Knife-Point Perfection
Knife-point perfection still screams out from wrist
Cut up and altered, my skin till it fits
With scalpel and hacksaw to change all my bones
And scalpel and cottonthread to stretch my skin home
Perfection’s not perfect, and still I despair
With life inconsistent, with no-one who cares
So alter my wrists, let blood flow to earth
Knife-point perfection. My god how it hurts.
To See the Sorrow
Why do they bleed, those stars so bright?
Why do they cry so soft through night?
To pierce the earth with silver spears
Of heaven’s crying, those pure God tears
For failing long to save the world
For seeing clear the hurting churned
By priest and pastor claiming still
That God is good and just in all
The same breath kills both hopes and dreams
Of two boys’ loving, split down seams
To part the ‘truth’ –that God loves straights
To kill the truth – that love is just
In his heaven, dying slow
God looks down on earth below
Aghast he sees the hatred loud
The rift that nought but he can hide
Piensa
Isn’t it strange
How one little look
And one short exchange
Can leave me entombed
Isn’t it odd
How futile it seems
To live without meaning
In lovely live dreams
Strange in heart dreaming
And odd in life live
Run without meaning
To pure scarlet dove