the stage

the world is a stage.
life, a play.
and we are merely puppets dancin' around the edges of freewill,
while being held by the strings of time.

the rule

there is a rule,
from which all rules are ruled.
that rule states that,
for any kind of rule,
there must be another rule
that rules over the first rule.

think, preach and do

can you imagine how different the world would be,
if only we were half the person we are in our own words?

the first day

remember those first days?
when you are expecting something new,
a simple package, a gift, a party.
to see someone you haven't in a while,
to experiment something extravagant,
going out on a first date,
hearing that song once again,
the first day of school,
when spring returns,
your first born baby.
how you bathe on the rays of the sun,
in the morning, after you made love.
oh joyous days,
why can't they all be first days?

in my pocket

i have a collection card to trade,

keep it always in my pocket,

try to guess it, it's a comet,

one more time, a charade.

there are some golden coins in there,
hear that shaking sound,
they were lost, now they're found,
touch them, if you dare.

a love draft to my dear,
how beautiful the phrases written,
straight from the heart they were bitten,
i promise, next year.

a long search, here is a caramel,
sweet and good for you,
it's brown, not blue,
let me play the tubular bell.

the other has some keys,
i wonder the mysteries they reveal,
a new world, not so real,
inhabited by animals and frozen peas.

such amazing things,
can fit into this tiny place,
a little piece of your face,
and six guitar strings.

different worlds

there are so many different worlds,
and everyone has got their own.
the world you see,
the world you wish,
and the world you live in,
so far apart from each other.
sometimes you can peek into others,
but you can never leave.

you're a tease

all i ever do is please,
while you're constantly on the tease.
will love ever stop this unease?

what to do, what to do

where would i go, if i had wings on my back?
i would most certainly visit all those places they talk so loud,
even if i do not know what they are talking about.

what would i do, if i could live a living dream?
i would most certainly experiment all the dangerous stunts,
even if they do not seem appealing at all.

who would i be, if given the choice?
i would most certainly want to be someone famous and good,
even if solitude is what defines me the most.

who should i love, if greater were the offer?
i would most wisely desire the perfectness only found in my dreams,
even if it does not inhabit in this world.

what you truly know

at best, what you think you know is only that.

time

there was a time, long long ago,
time wasn't even time yet,
there wasn't a thing to show.

rape, murder, just a shadow away

before i depart without say,
let's us celebrate this day.
an arrow that has pierced deep,
tears the tissue in my sleep.
late night walks in the park,
home for the doomed to dark.
a disfigured attempt of man,
begin to love, no one can.
for those meeting it tonight,
might life not be found so bright.
someone has raped my heart,
burst blood vessels on my back.
both my soul and body abused,
no violent criminal to be accused.
my ears were burned once more,
i can not hear your voice anymore.
pitch black has perpetrated my eyes,
only a memory of clouds in the skies.
no love can remain here,
there's no more room for fear.
numbing, i crawled into a shell,
i have been given the pleasure of hell.
you've forced into me for hours on end,
just a dream, it wasn't you, a friend.
the smell of freshly baked bread,
hovers my body, pronounced dead.
such act has proven the inhumane,
please, wouldn't you rape me again?