The Call

Heaven or hell:
Does it ring a bell
in your ears?
Does it leave you drowned
in the cold cold pool
of tears?
As I pass before these walls
I hear the desperate calls
of the ones in need.
And in the silence of the moments
just an empty heart lies.
Look at their eyes!
Look at their eyes!
Oh indeed:
The next year is coming.
The next year is on.
But the joy of life
for the man and his wife
and the children too
is gone.
Heaven or hell:
Is there anything much
left to tell?

The Cry

Standing on no ground
under the roof of nothing
the poor cries out loud:
Oh god!
These men came and ripped everything off
and yet it is not enough
why are we so blind?
why are we so blind?
"Are you out of your mind"?
The man in the big car said:
"Keep the change you fool
everyone is just a tool
I saw the writing on the wall
all you should is to give me a call".
But there was a time we could see
what has happend to you and me?
what has happend to you and me?

The Misery

Drowning in a deep silence,
through the path of luxurious shadows,
there is no way out at all,
no way out.
The prostitute is hanging out all day long.
Nothing seems to pass,nothing seems to end.
How much for the day?
How much for the night?
Just fix the price and the place!
And it is alright;
nothing seems to be wrong,
all day long,
there is no way out of misery.
No way out.

The Extraction

I reached the human's extraction.
And my share of freedom
was inevitable;
That I have never been in search
for freedom;
It has always been with me;
And so did I
reach the human's extraction.

The Look

By your quiet behaviour,
by your graceful gait
and your name;
I swear
that I pluck a piece of cloud
from the sky of your eyes
and let loose
in the ambush of the wind;
till hereafter,
not just I
be the chamberlain
of your look's hall.

The Fear

Suddenly a plane
broke it's sad lump
above my head.

I stare at the dark illusion
of the sky
restless.

There is no trace.

A moment passed
and the feeling of flight changed;
just as the pain
being weighed
different.

Now look!
at the amazement of her eyes
upon the seed of fear
crashing
from the broken ceiling
of the sky.

And look!
at the vibration of the cold roots
crawling
inside the body and the soul
impatient.

The Night

The crazy time
hangs too heavy;
you drop in yourself
like a stranger;
and the night
is a ruin,
just a ruin.

The Song

Sing little bird sing!
for your own sake.
The sky is blue,
and my heart too,
and I pour down
on the alleys of the night,
limpid like the spring rain.
And I remain
waiting for the rainbow of dreams.
Tomorrow morning,
the fondler sun will boast
of all those pansies and apple blossoms.
And the sky is blue,
and I have the desire to fly,
the strange desire to fly.
For your own sake;
sing!

The Line

The big liers are on the line;
they are all doing just fine.

They make silly conversations;
they do a lot for their nations.

They are the greatest promisers;
they get escorted by the officers.

They are so true and believable;
they are not always quite visible.

They are so kind and too caring;
they do not care what you are wearing.

They move around in expensive suits;
they sport and take fresh fruits.

They waste energy during the day;
they make sure you find your own way.

The big liers are on the line;
they rise like the sun and they shine.