Missing (A Lost Battle)

The words disturb the reality
I had to question my sanity
Invaded with your compliance
I had to give up my resistance

I remember perfectly the first moment I saw you.

Words are our only treasures
We can't really trust the memories
Fighting the demons of space and time
The world is build from game cards.

I miss making coffee in the morning.

Dreams swallow the universe
Painting our own existence
Reinventing the senses
And conquering thoughts.

I hate saying "good-bye", please don't make me do that again.

We are like one and the same
A resilient mystery
The perfect reflection of what can not be
We should stop conceiving existence.

I am afraid one day I'll miss you too much and I'll die.

Years

Hello love,

it's been eight years since then. Do you feel time? Does it overcome you? Are you old and wise? Are you brave and powerful? Do you have a wife and a child that support you? Do you gather lies as images of the past? Are you poor and tired? Are you a fool and an ignorant? Are you witty and resistant, magnificent and vibrant? Chocolate gave us hope and you kept us dreaming when the thoughts of demolition impaled the thinking as a broken course of action to an unforeseen caption of our moments.

It is over.

Tired

Tired of me
of you
of all that was once desired
and carefully planned.
do you feel banned
out of life?
how do you erase yourself?
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
exorcise
delete all mankind
if you still linger here.
In my mind.
Pain is only a physical reaction
to a long ago planned action
to disappear.
Are you proud?
Unhappy
Never to see eachother again
as if it even matters.
You were not aware.
Do you think?
At all?
I was never there.

Angels

Ten brave angels on my closet
Support every act of courage
And prepare the coffin
For the misunderstood beauty
And the sudden ravage.

There are angels on my closet
Applauding sincerity
Admiring straight fowardness
Blinded by the brightness
Of an idle morning.

Sparkling angels on my closet
Scare the pigeons with their laughter
Because my obscene ignorance
Hurt the certainly desirable pride
As we decided to stop all process.

Purple angels on my closet
Bow their heads
In complete fascination
With your charismatic self
And your knowledge.

Tired angels on my closet
Hold their breaths in amusment
And as they turn their backs on us
Avoiding every shortcut
They wave their hands good-bye.

Short Story About An Improbable Dream

This is an odd story about an improbable dream.
It is the story of a black peculiar cat who wanted to live in a train so it could smell the passengers all day. It is the story of the black bored cat who wanted to become part of the great big mistery of the travelling race, the human kind.
The black bold cat did not know that one has to plan its own catly actions before jumping in the big dark steel cage. The black hopeful cat wanted it all but forgot to decide the hows and the whens of living in a train.
So the black tired cat left its own comfy pillow for the cold impersonal train. And the black wishful cat bought a ticket. The black freakish cat was content.
The train started to move and the humans started to talk and the black wise cat was amazed about the stupidity of the human race.
The black angry cat began to doubt its own catly actions. The black listless cat regreted leaving it's own comfy pillow for the cold impersonal train. But most of all the black frustrated cat did not understand how humans can behave that way. The black resignated cat had some great expectations about the passengers' smells.
So the black disappointed cat had no plan. The black lonely cat got off at the next station going to live its solitary catish life as far as possible from the nonsense of the human kind.

Sick

Sick.
Subtle tactic.
Betraying myself
I bow.
Standing in row
I applaud.
Too much noise,
We are your toys.
Proud
We are loud.
Lifeless light
Forgot to recite
Afraid I'll bite
And leave a mark
She'll see.
This is not me,
It's someone else's thought
Of what I ought
To do.
Leave you
Alone.
I go on.
High voltage on my brain
This is me going insane.
I dive
Survive
Still alive
Even if you deprive
Me.
Random.
Lost in a place
Following your trace
Again.
Erase
Me.
Do re mi.
Hearing little birdies die
How come you make me cry.
I can go on like this for a while.
Tactile.
Countless miles.
Forgot if it was good or bad.
I stop.

Down

I understand.
You pretend.
I resent.
It's fun
To move on.
Raging lions
Want
To swallow
You up.
Down.
Don't frown.
She'll see there's something wrong.
Go along.
You understand.
I pretend.
You resent.
Do I repeat myself?
Do I repeat myself?
As she likes to say.
I obey.
Change my mind.
Find
My reasons not to do it
Lined up
Waiting for you
To prove me wrong.
You prove me right.
I want to fight.
Do you see?
Breaking their feathers
I'm stepping the borders
Of how to behave
In your urban society.
Be smart.
Let me start.
So you can say later on
'It's not my fault'.