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Where am I
I remember sirens and straps
cutting the night
Infinity mirrors and color mosaics
twisting behind my eyes
What did the dream say
All so real
Help me out proxy
What was in the pill.
My blood’s running weak
My feet still pretend on an elliptical of water and decaffeine
Pump it all up
I don’t care heart or mind
I forget the errand
Praying some of me will survive.
Depression
Paranoia -
Enough!
Two points draw a line
A line I don’t cross
Forget insistence
I’m not much into coloring
Just fluent in the geometry of existence.
Cedar and honey...well
Not autumn’s flavors on a roll
Same madness everywhere
I never understood these walls
Do they defend me
Or deny me the world.
I hear devil talking
I want to laugh
I want to cry
Oh get off the ladder (to my mind)
Quite a piece
I don’t run after my thoughts
Silence’s my only hope
Silence on a spree (or: Wouldn’t you agree)
Right now
Right here
It only takes a pen to feel free.
If only I had a glass of wine
Of fresh air the 2nd best
Perhaps demons would be dancing
Perhaps
Turn on the light now
This is the end.
First coffee
Then wine
I wasn’t looking for illusions
Nor bending truth into comfort lies
The wind waltzes
The wine doesn’t yield much
Where does all the vine listening go I wonder
Maybe you know
I hear you around
I’m human afterall
Thought dies beyond reality lines
I’m all out of patience
for the absurdities of denial
The wind still waltzes
Still stubborn the wine
Where does all the vine listening go
I wonder.
Where is the spring
Left it here yesterday
Did rain burn it
Can’t figure much through smoke
(I hope not).
It's my palace
not much else I can walk back to
It burnt down long ago
And the dead still lounge around
I need the spring couch!
At the edge of the moment
at the mercy of anxieties
Not even the thought open to the skies,
I’m swaying on rain ropes
waiting for the day in some shape and form to smile.
Then at least
I can lay my eyes on the illusion that’s my life
like this deer running high on quiet fields
was it a dream
or did it just move like one
Now there
Next here.
Where am I
I remember sirens and straps
cutting the night
Infinity mirrors and color mosaics
twisting behind my eyes
What did the dream say
All so real
Help me out proxy
What was in the pill.
My blood’s running weak
My feet still pretend on an elliptical of water and decaffeine
Pump it all up
I don’t care heart or mind
I forget the errand
Praying some of me will survive.
Depression
Paranoia -
Enough!
Two points draw a line
A line I don’t cross
Forget insistence
I’m not much into coloring
Just fluent in the geometry of existence.
Cedar and honey...well
Not autumn’s flavors on a roll
Same madness everywhere
I never understood these walls
Do they defend me
Or deny me the world.
I hear devil talking
I want to laugh
I want to cry
Oh get off the ladder (to my mind)
Quite a piece
I don’t run after my thoughts
Silence’s my only hope
Silence on a spree (or: Wouldn’t you agree)
Right now
Right here
It only takes a pen to feel free.
If only I had a glass of wine
Of fresh air the 2nd best
Perhaps demons would be dancing
Perhaps
Turn on the light now
This is the end.
First coffee
Then wine
I wasn’t looking for illusions
Nor bending truth into comfort lies
The wind waltzes
The wine doesn’t yield much
Where does all the vine listening go I wonder
Maybe you know
I hear you around
I’m human afterall
Thought dies beyond reality lines
I’m all out of patience
for the absurdities of denial
The wind still waltzes
Still stubborn the wine
Where does all the vine listening go
I wonder.
Where is the spring
Left it here yesterday
Did rain burn it
Can’t figure much through smoke
(I hope not).
It's my palace
not much else I can walk back to
It burnt down long ago
And the dead still lounge around
I need the spring couch!
At the edge of the moment
at the mercy of anxieties
Not even the thought open to the skies,
I’m swaying on rain ropes
waiting for the day in some shape and form to smile.
Then at least
I can lay my eyes on the illusion that’s my life
like this deer running high on quiet fields
was it a dream
or did it just move like one
Now there
Next here.
A silent present hanging still-
While I’m somewhere crocheting thoughts -
Can still kill,
Like the certainties of stagnation can invite unknowns.
What difference does the cause make
when breathing fails
Or the sleep
On the cradle of a thought I can’t seem to finish
Better if I leave the bed
Wish I could blame time forgetting its walk
Or blame it on Beethoven I’m stuck in singing
- an unimportant detail of the day you’d think
Like some candle flickering.
Symphonies in D
The best written perhaps Lamentations
Sonatas in C
Moonlight
Pathetique yes
It’s again me.
Wish I could blame me
Drunk to go out on the street
Or lost deep in dreams
Yet the hall of broken mirrors
Throws another riddle
(Why not?)
Versailles still open for business.
(Beethoven) Let me be you for a day
How to walk outside if not deaf
I need a masterpiece -
Through all shapes and no paths
Need composing the rhythm of my heart.
I came all the way up here
to reach
closer
louder
freer.
Save me
Carrying this cross for too long-
not that I know what else to do with it
these crowds even longer-
not that I see other option.
And if you can't
then watch over me
as I silent my walls
while shattering cascades inside
as I keep the lights on
while darkness devours like the night falls on mountains.
And if you can't
then revenge me
they turned this city into my slaughterhouse
watching me bleed on psycho hooks and piano wires
I ride with Valkyries to deafen their pain
they're the Medusa to go under.
Not what you do
it's what you don't
the demand or the sword
the cyclical night run I suppose.
Listen God
Give me all three
Can’t be less angle for life to have a shape
level their hills like the horizon line
with nothing left behind.
Too much time I've lost
will never know what I'll miss
Can't change that
& still need the rest.
Listen God
Some days worse than others,
Life, freedom, redemption
for each of us to make sense
Life, freedom, redemption
NOW.
Paper looks better in white I convinced myself
Like the other side of trouble
a weekend getaway
undisturbed by thought traps and puzzles.
Hang words around
On people watching and story guessing
Or send thoughts away
To phantasy lands beauty searching.
Temptations of rain whispered the hour
Is there a shelter in its crossroads
A place other than my despair for it to fall
(There’s) not much comfort in the touch of wet clothes.
Only paper on my hands
All in ropes like an exorcism ritual
Is it the rain or my thought slashing harder
I wonder.
Perhaps I can fool this hour
Though only lies can fool
Can win its (melancholy) argument perhaps
Why write in rain
if it only melts paper away
If only writes what it ends up erasing.
Where am I
I remember sirens and straps
cutting the night
Infinity mirrors and color mosaics
twisting behind my eyes
What did the dream say
All so real
Help me out proxy
What was in the pill.
My blood’s running weak
My feet still pretend on an elliptical of water and decaffeine
Pump it all up
I don’t care heart or mind
I forget the errand
Praying some of me will survive.
Depression
Paranoia -
Enough!
Two points draw a line
A line I don’t cross
Forget insistence
I’m not much into coloring
Just fluent in the geometry of existence.
Cedar and honey...well
Not autumn’s flavors on a roll
Same madness everywhere
I never understood these walls
Do they defend me
Or deny me the world.
I hear devil talking
I want to laugh
I want to cry
Oh get off the ladder (to my mind)
Quite a piece
I don’t run after my thoughts
Silence’s my only hope
Silence on a spree (or: Wouldn’t you agree)
Right now
Right here
It only takes a pen to feel free.
If only I had a glass of wine
Of fresh air the 2nd best
Perhaps demons would be dancing
Perhaps
Turn on the light now
This is the end.
First coffee
Then wine
I wasn’t looking for illusions
Nor bending truth into comfort lies
The wind waltzes
The wine doesn’t yield much
Where does all the vine listening go I wonder
Maybe you know
I hear you around
I’m human afterall
Thought dies beyond reality lines
I’m all out of patience
for the absurdities of denial
The wind still waltzes
Still stubborn the wine
Where does all the vine listening go
I wonder.
Where is the spring
Left it here yesterday
Did rain burn it
Can’t figure much through smoke
(I hope not).
It's my palace
not much else I can walk back to
It burnt down long ago
And the dead still lounge around
I need the spring couch!
At the edge of the moment
at the mercy of anxieties
Not even the thought open to the skies,
I’m swaying on rain ropes
waiting for the day in some shape and form to smile.
Then at least
I can lay my eyes on the illusion that’s my life
like this deer running high on quiet fields
was it a dream
or did it just move like one
Now there
Next here.
A silent present hanging still-
While I’m somewhere crocheting thoughts -
Can still kill,
Like the certainties of stagnation can invite unknowns.
What difference does the cause make
when breathing fails
Or the sleep
On the cradle of a thought I can’t seem to finish
Better if I leave the bed
Wish I could blame time forgetting its walk
Or blame it on Beethoven I’m stuck in singing
- an unimportant detail of the day you’d think
Like some candle flickering.
Symphonies in D
The best written perhaps Lamentations
Sonatas in C
Moonlight
Pathetique yes
It’s again me.
Wish I could blame me
Drunk to go out on the street
Or lost deep in dreams
Yet the hall of broken mirrors
Throws another riddle
(Why not?)
Versailles still open for business.
(Beethoven) Let me be you for a day
How to walk outside if not deaf
I need a masterpiece -
Through all shapes and no paths
Need composing the rhythm of my heart.
I came all the way up here
to reach
closer
louder
freer.
Save me
Carrying this cross for too long-
not that I know what else to do with it
these crowds even longer-
not that I see other option.
And if you can't
then watch over me
as I silent my walls
while shattering cascades inside
as I keep the lights on
while darkness devours like the night falls on mountains.
And if you can't
then revenge me
they turned this city into my slaughterhouse
watching me bleed on psycho hooks and piano wires
I ride with Valkyries to deafen their pain
they're the Medusa to go under.
Not what you do
it's what you don't
the demand or the sword
the cyclical night run I suppose.
Listen God
Give me all three
Can’t be less angle for life to have a shape
level their hills like the horizon line
with nothing left behind.
Too much time I've lost
will never know what I'll miss
Can't change that
& still need the rest.
Listen God
Some days worse than others,
Life, freedom, redemption
for each of us to make sense
Life, freedom, redemption
NOW.
Paper looks better in white I convinced myself
Like the other side of trouble
a weekend getaway
undisturbed by thought traps and puzzles.
Hang words around
On people watching and story guessing
Or send thoughts away
To phantasy lands beauty searching.
Temptations of rain whispered the hour
Is there a shelter in its crossroads
A place other than my despair for it to fall
(There’s) not much comfort in the touch of wet clothes.
Only paper on my hands
All in ropes like an exorcism ritual
Is it the rain or my thought slashing harder
I wonder.
Perhaps I can fool this hour
Though only lies can fool
Can win its (melancholy) argument perhaps
Why write in rain
if it only melts paper away
If only writes what it ends up erasing.