Fly by

The time that flies by

between your birth

and your death?

That's life, boy. 

Your life.

I was

When I was rain
I fell so deep from the sky
hitting the streets
bouncing around
wetting trees and people and
roofs and cars and cats and souls.


When I was wind
I blew over the countries
and the lakes and the rivers
and the world,
bringing hope of sunshine.


When I was the sun
I warmed everything and everyone,
making the plants grow and the birds sing
and the hearts beat faster.


When I was.

Lights Off

I saw you. 
Coming, smiling at me
walking towards me
to give me this friendly hug
pressing your breast on mine
embracing my shoulders.
I felt the
cold
sharp
hard
dagger
stabbing my back
while you were still smiling friendly
holding me in your arms
when my lights turned off
I saw you.

Lost Battle

You are your worst enemy.

You lie to yourself hiding behind others 

blaming the sun, the moon and the stars

for your incompetence.

You dig a deep hole in the dark ground

for yourself to fall in the trap 

and find a reason to boycott your own desires.

You lure others to get close,

sweet and charming promising honey

and then you stab them like a hornet.

You are your worst enemy

and you'll never win the battle against yourself

because you're afraid of losing your enemy. 

Emptiness

Once there was an empty cup of glass

feeling so sad, because nobody noticed it.

This empty cup of glass was standing on a table

transparent, reflecting the lights, 

dreaming of someone who would pay attention to it.

It dyed the glass green and blue and red,

so someone would see it.

Nobody did.

It put some golden ornaments on it's borders.

Nobody noticed.

It stuck some diamonds on it.

People kept on walking bye the table 

without seeing the glass.

This empty cup of glass was standing on a table

colourful, covered by golden ornaments and sparkling diamonds, 

dreaming of someone who would pay attention to it.

It wanted to be noticed!

Nobody did.

Until it got filled with water.

Suddenly everyone wanted the glass.

Shining Silence

Worth It

You're not worth a coffin
we should feed you to the dogs.
But you're not worth the dogs
we should burn you.
But I won't waste matches on you
we should throw you in the river.
But I don't want to pollute the river
we should flush you down a toilet.
But you don't fit there
so I just pretend you don't exist 
and wait for you to die alone
and I won't go to the funeral
because I'll feel sorry for the coffin.

Burst

She built herself a stage
for the world to look up at her
and she disguised each fear
as authenticity
pretending it was her choice
and not a flight.


She spent one season in each place
for then to run
when people got to close to her.
She looked in the mirror every morning
saying hello to herself
greeting her ego
insuring she wasn't lonely.


Preaching about family
she turned their back on them
when they most needed her.
Pretending she was right
she did so much wrong.


And there is no way back
but keep on pretending
she is great
and right 
and authentic
and so independent
and pretty 
and smart
and achieved everything she dreamed of.


Soon her ego won't fit anymore inside her body.
It's gonna burst and rotten flesh is gonna spread
and blood stains will mess everything up and
start stinking of iron and mould. 
Who will clean the mess?

Cleaning

May the world end in a huge fire

wiping out mischief and disgrace 

erasing this botchy planet

cleaning the Universe from

this awful human breed

and everything we ever did. 

Same Cup

See this old man sitting in the corner? He's wearing thick glasses, reading a huge newspaper. No news are new for him, though. He has seen too much in his life. He's learnt a lot. He's seen that history repeats, wounds heal and that people are just people. He's learnt that fish need clean water to survive and the black smoke of the factory chimneys is poisonous. In each of his wrinkles you see one lesson he has learnt. Hopes that have died and some that have remained. This old man sitting in the corner has so much to teach you, if you would just listen for a moment. There is not much left for him to do. 

See this young boy standing next to the door? He's wearing sunglasses and a fancy cap, folding his arms showing his muscles. 

Everything is new for him. He hasn't learnt yet. He doesn't know that everything repeats over and over again. He doesn't realise that wounds actually heal and people aren't always what they seem to be. He believes fish adapt and black smoke is just black smoke. In his sparkling eyes you see hope and so much conviction. His arms abound strength and his ears haven't learnt how to listen yet. This young boy standing next to the door has so much to learn. There is so much he wants to do. If he'd only put his sunglasses away.

See this middle-aged waiter carrying a tray loaded with cups and glasses? He brings the old man and the young boy the same cup of coffee.