Melodic sweetness of golden calf,
Jagged lines, fear's not cut by half.
In Ruby fields of blood soaked bones,
Dormant souls, immutable groans.

Dust and char filled, choking air,
Stench of death, fear filled despair.
Breath gets drawn, then is held,
As sodden moisture pools meld.

Humanity's collosal rift is showing,
Betwixt calm, fear fuelled blowing.
Across billowing seas,
A duplicity of decrees.

Skulduggery edging a new saviour,
By tokenist bitter addictive flavour.
But intent that seems candied,
Twisted logic, underhanded.

psy
psycho
I am psycho too
I`m psycho too
I am psycho three trees far away
never forget what you done and my way
I am psycho four streets that carry me and my blood
I`m psycho ten by ten anyway

psy
I am psycho alone or in multiverse
I`m psycho too with gratitude for madness reverse
I`m psycho for rembrand`s lesson of anatomy
I`m psycho in love for my lobotomy
never alone in me mind or my soul
forever twice in me thoughts or my ghouls

Life is intricate, a delicate bunch of choices,
where one thread, pulled too tightly,
can change the pattern forever.

We move through its complexity
often making mistakes
that we cannot reach back and undo.

A path chosen in haste to do a thing
a life partner met too soon,
When we went to places
we never intended to stay,
Then made it our home.

And the weight of our words—
things we say in the heat of the moment
And a hand lifted against a mother,
the harshness directed at a child.

for as long as I can remember, I have built walls of silence, of defense
but life kept passing by and breaking down a piece of the wall here and there
leaving a void that is hard to fill with a smile

now as I prepare to leave, I review the troops that accompanied me
a few smiles, a few ragged words and the great wall of silence
of which only some blackened ruins remain

a last farewell to silence
a last greeting to the missed hugs
and to all the kisses shattered by the long winters, goodbye

Tell me more about my mother,
you’d say,
as if the request itself
could open a door.

Father would urge me
to speak to him
about my grandmother,
his mother,
as though the past
were a cupboard
I could simply reach into.

You see I lived with her
for several years
and served as her companion
and clinic assistant, as well
when she had patients over
on Thursdays,
her rooms populating
the way Father said they would.

Hello hello hello
God is risen today
And he is now
Alive for us
Yes God is our savior
He is the one
Who had cured the sick today
With his holy hands
The sick people had been sick
For a long time
Some people he could not cured
Any more because they had a sickness
That was chronical
So my Father
Shut their bodies down
And first they shut their eyes
Than they were gasping for air
They no longer could breath
So they took the last breath
And they finally died

Carnival Night

I sit in my chair,
behind the window's curtains,
Listening to
joyful voices that fill the air, as they sing of the jugglers
and acrobats to come,
As the afternoon turns to dusk.
Carnival night approaches,
with all the anxious excitement,
focused on the fair.