Oh reflections of doomed, bodies rot
while adverting the eyes
and the lies, and the lies…
Grant me freedom gods of lure
from the chains of desires!
Let me look past the mirrors,
past the flesh and endure
for a while,
and left me back with the liars
that reflected the lies,
was it me? I am guilty of much more
and was guilty before
in the mirrors, in the mirrors.
Love, Time, Life
I cannot describe love, for I get it wrong,
words lose meaning on my twisted tongue
translation lost between heart and mouth
and seem to get lost, was it north or south?
I cannot describe time, for I lose the sense,
days merge into years becoming past tense
years merge into nothing and cannot recall
if I was there once or if I was there at all.
I cannot describe life, for I can’t understand
if I’m here and why when I hang by a strand
that sustains a heartbeat, and I cannot define
in a word what is life without love and time-
Underneath the sound of your words and voice
a hint of hope mixed in the sadness revealed-
I want to touch your anguish, taste the pain
saltiness mixed in the tears, if I had a choice
I would stay warm under your quiet tongue
and taste the words pouring out like the rain
from clouds formed in your mind endeared-
I live through you, all of me already went
I love through you, all of me already spent.
I stayed there, a part of me remains
waiting to resume upon my return,
if I return, for what if the road ends
leading back at the very turn
I took when I left, blood in my veins
frozen over distant lands
where I became deaf and blind.
There among cheers between friends
a part of me remains,
we always leave something behind-
Don’t you see? I’m done, fini, no more of this or that
of chasing dreams or chased in dreams –we call nightmares.
I’m done rehearsing for a dance that danced away
and left me undone – nobody cares
if rainbows shine after the rain,
if clouds have shapes or trees do sway
with tunes we ignore – since deaf we are.
I’m done with love that hides away
the wasted times in search for more
and always wanting to return – what was before
for nothing matters, nothing stay-
I’m done with all, with this or that
with many things I tried to be
but not with life or life with me.
Is that what I am?
A passing shadow high above
that leaves no mark and take no space-
So brief this moment which I dwell
a loving heart, a stranger’s face
the wings I had before I fell.
And what I was? I now may ask-
A gentle soul with dreams entwined
that lost its way time after time,
a tired man, a broken mask
of who or what left undefined-
If I had you not, lost would be-
Roots left rotting in a liquid past
fed by fears, my beginning
touched by the same sea
my end will taste as fast
as the clock mark years.
If you were not, gone would be-
How far does not matter
if gone, where would I be
does not matter, if far,
heart of my heart
for thirsty lips water
you became, and you are.