On a note

It "interests "me
How,
With so much pain
So little gain
People still waste
Their neurons
With frivolous things
That won’t do any good

We live in a world
Where war kills
Where old-fashioned
Deceases
Destroy families
And where “food” and “ water”
Are often only birds
In dreams

Where the well-developed
“ worlds”
Only pose for smiles
And forget to act
Or are afraid to act
For a real hope
Into sad faces
Life

So much to be fixed
So much has been forgotten
So much won’t heal
So much...

And all many can ask
Is please,
Everyone has the right to live
With dignity.

But instead of trying
We keep talking
About the latest news
That in the end
Will only maintain
The already chaotic
'Order'
We live in.

After a long pause

It’s been a while
Since I’ve seen you
Or talked to you

You are not waiting
For me,
For what may happen
For what has already
Changed

It seems silly
To forget
That you where important
For me
For life

But when we
Stupefied by
Whirls and wounds
Lapse of memory
Don’t remember
The other

Are caught
By sudden strikes
Of emotion

The past comes
Make haste
And we know
That it is missing

Welcome back
We may greet
And try to move
As if all that has changed
Only improved our lives
And helped us to
Keep going

When you feel you are better off alone

She sits in the toilet
Marks on the floor
Dirtiness fell from ceiling
She breathes, deeply

Outside, the darkness,
Shadows of trees,
Wuthering motions
The wind

She stands, and quietly
Moves to the living room
The lamp shade
Bringing light to her nocturnal
Life

Awaiting, his embrace
Heard intensely,
The other room

Breathe, breathe

He gets up
And with his black wings
Wraps her fragile body
Senseless

And carrying her away,
Between stones and knives,
Pulling her without cautious,
She strives against his will,
Despair

The short distance
The course,
A route signed with
The silent yells of
Her unvocal sufferings

“Come here (touch me)Kiss me (touch me)Now ”

Flashbacks,
The Train
Carrying corpses
Away From Earth

The water
Slowly, swingy falling
Over their burning faces
She couldn’t help then
And couldn’t be helped now
She wasn’t there
But she is here now

Breathe, Breathe and once more....

Split of seconds,
Brown odours of
Unpleasant situations
And incurable fear

He turns, and
Gives her the last push
Her eyes entering,
The final lap
Into the exciting world of
A Black hole