Monday, October 25, 2010

Windows of Dawn.

Nobody that I’d want to know right now,
Nothing that could calm me right now.
I’m out of my mind,
And I could do with more than just
Another change in the sky.

And when the birds fly down,
Or the colours don’t shine,
Take me out through the windows of dawn.

The emptiness is frightening me now,
The void is such that I can’t be proud.
I’m out on the street,
And I could do with more than just
Another home to leave.

And when the trees go brown,
Or the voices aren’t loud,
Take me out through the windows of dawn

Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Castle.

She’s clicking pictures
Of blue berry trees in the sky.
And the birds that are watching,
Are laughing at her,
‘cause the trees will all float away.

She’s writing stories
Of honey bells inside the cave.
And the trees that are floating,
Are looking down there,
Making sense of everything heavy.

And the letters that are rising
Are only too slow
They can’t be seen from the castle.

She’s making posters
For penguins and whales in the sea.
And the beaches are rising,
But what could be colder
Than feelings that don’t mean a thing.

She’s singing ballads
Of lions that want to be free.
And the flowers are swinging,
And quietly so,
They want the moon to be seen.

But the music that’s playing,
Is only too low,
It can’t be heard in the castle.

And she’s still creating,
In ever lasting peace,
Sitting alone in the castle

Monday, October 4, 2010

Circle of Life

It doesn’t seem to mean too much,
You take it lightly.
Most parts of you aren’t even concerned.
But the next morning,
When your mind is clear,
The moments right after you’re up,
With complete emptiness in the mind,
That’s when it really sinks in.
As your mind looks for thoughts,
These moments are the one that start to fill,
What wasn’t so important last night,
Occupies this day.
What occupies this day,
Occupies the next and the week to follow.
And then the enormity hits you,
And it’s not just so light anymore.

Nights go by without any sleep,
And there are moments in some nights,
You try to stop thinking,
Try to control your thoughts,
Try not to be natural,
Just to get some sleep.
It all seems too much suddenly,
And there’s no respite.
You wish you’d done things differently.

Then it slowly eases out,
And you forget it,
And it’s all gone.
Then it happens all over again,
And you try to live it better,
That’s the circle of life.