Words

Life is nothing.
A piece of paper in my hand,
My love written in my sweat,
In blood and insolence,
Sorrow and condolences,
To the poor chap
That got a flat
On his way to true love.
Dying but rough.
Smiling but sad.
Sensing the life's end,
Wondering what's left.
I am at the end.
I am laughing,
Smiling, crying, coughing
My fears out.
The tears I spill at the crowd
And vomit the truth.
Life's not so smooth
When other's are involved.
The worries are dissolved
In nostalgia of a simpleton.
I cock and shoot a gun
In my eye socket.
Last issue on the docket
Of eternal fate.
Too late...
I stare
Simple minded, dull, unfair.
The life I wasted,
Life I broke
When all these words I spoke...

Hopes

Derived from matter
Life's perpetrator,
Facilitator of hope
Of ropes, of wishes, slippery slope.
In the eyes of the latter
The smoke of feather,
The light in the blind eye
Together, no matter,
Disguised as I die
Ripped by a tether.
Sharp as a knife,
Pointed like nail.
Before was a life
Today just wholesale
Pain and illusion
Full of delusions
Despite disillusions
I am full of confusion.
When I crave for the end
To the picturesque dance
Of the future that stands
Always miles from my hands.
Reaching and missing,
Adoring and seething
In anger, betrayal.
I want to be fair,
Open. I glare
But nothing prepares
For ironic details.
I whisper my prayers,
I finish my tales.
I stand, and I frown
As I hopelessly drown
Complex,
Disillusioned,
Unfair,
Confused,
With hopes and contusions.
On fire, I burn till the last of my ashes
Are fused.
And when it all clashes
Together,
I smile.
I gather
My thoughts
I dream of the hopes
And when they come to
I grow through the future
To help them come true.

I am...

I am a wind without hope
Entangled in the midst of life.
In branches, tying me like rope
I struggle, but I can't survive.
I am a cloud without a sky
My tears fall down like rain.
I am afraid to look up high
Avoiding the daunting pain.
I am a thief who has lucked out
My feelings trapped in suffocating cage.
I tried to steal your heart, but doubts
Made what was love become revenge.
I am a lonely, beaten stranger.
I am a lost and empty soul,
A man that walks the edge in danger
Of loosing balance, fly and fall.
I am but no one in this context.
And for this matter in the whole.
I played a solo in this concert
But drowned in songs of other roles.
I am, but do you really care,
I will, but who would really know,
I can, but life is not so fair
When it collects its latest toll.

I sit and wait amidst despair,

A seething emptiness in me.

I wait for something as I dare

Myself to turn around and to be free.

Hope

A rose has perished.
Petals fall as birds create their songs.
I rest my soul on to a cloud of hope.

Shine

A wind has touched my lips.
Like butterfly without wings
Sunrise bleeds behind my eyelids.

Mistake

Shoot, kill!
Destruction from within.
A punishment for soul
Lost, gracious host for all.
Kill, grieve and be reborn
Into the world you've never known.
Alone and stranded,
Simple minded, can't blend in, amended
In suffering of others feeling bliss
Despite of own fulfillment so amiss.
Lust, care, hunger
Cannot continue any yonder
A barrel's kiss like cooling breeze
A trigger's comfort, but my fingers freeze.
They brake like ice and still I squeeze
A bullet in my brain with ease.
I free myself from looking in your eyes
Ashamed to loose my last disguise.
Appalled by loss;
Unfair burden of this universe.
Blood flows, life continues.
I rot, but legacy of mine still lingers
The gun draws blank.
I blink and stare, stupefied and frank,
At one more ruthless, glorified mistake...