Circus

January 31, 2011

Circus in my head
Is playing all kinds of tricks
Calling me Insane

On Life and Death

January 30, 2011

Riding.
Through day’s of silver
And night’s of gold.
Seeing.
Dark dawns of damned.
And bright twilights so old.

Dreaming.
That this time has passed
And life has relapsed.
Realizing.
This is actually the truth
And all time has collapsed.

Wishing.
Something else was right
And this was not the case.
Finding.
I left on my own will
And have remained in this place.

Lover’s Fight

January 29, 2011

In the kitchen
Washing dishes
Saying things
And being vicious

Lover’s quarrel
Of never more
Water running
Then you swore

If it happens
Just once again
That knife in hand
Will enter brain

A twisted plan
Of evil done
With sharp metal
Making life undone

But then a kiss
To say your right
Ending the anger
Finishing the fight.

Death of Music

January 28, 2011

Bang.
Crash.
Boom.
Thud.
No one wants to hear
This fucking crud.
Click
Whine
Whistle
Smack
Your music is loud
Not a good track.
Silence
Murmur
Quiet
Reserve
Too much loud noise
Struck a nerve.
Painful
Pumped
Ominous
On
No more melody
Music has gone.

Late Again

January 27, 2011

Tick talk says the clock
Insanity starts to build
In your head yells the bed
It’s where the key will be

Bang! run screams the gun
the race has now begun
Hold tight exclaims the light
running won’t solve a thing

Roll there asks the chair
It will not help at all
Stand tall yawns the hall
or you will die in vain

Take a treat offers the sheet
and sleep away your pain.
That’s fine answers the wine
but drink it away instead

Count to ten inquires the pen
writing away your stress
Go to bed sleepy head
a good night’s sleep is best!

Empty Life

January 26, 2011

Sitting in a room full of people
Alone.
Sitting talking make believe.
Alone.
Sitting under church steeple.
Alone.
Everything seems to deceive.
Alone.
No sign of life anywhere.
Alone.
No sign of logic or of reason.
Alone.
No feeling of life in the air.
Alone.
No changing of the season.
Alone.

The Rapture

January 25, 2011

Sun kissed hands
Tell of days passed
As the winter burns on
Dark marching band
Plays anthems fast
Until the people are gone

Pain filled mother
Scorns all her kin
For she only has them
Hate filled brother
Warns of the sin
His sister caused to stem

Last world’s priest
Tells tales of swine
And dark demons’ tongue
That evil beast
Shall sit and dine
On humanity’s air burst lung