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As You Kneel to Pray


 

Alone with My Thoughts

I am alone with my thoughts. My thoughts are as well prisoners of my dreams. They disappear within the walls of my mind and then strangely reappear as if they were never gone.

I am alone with my hopes which have become treacherous friends. They accompany me to the heights of children's prayers and into the seemingly bottomless pit of sadness where the only solace that one can find is physical pain.

I am alone with my God, the Force of life who has given me gifts in an abundance and I often feel that I will drown in them as a child would drown at the bottom of an empty well that suddenly fills from above.

I am alone with my guilt. If I live a million years and do good deeds from the moment I rise until the moment I rest I will never be able to deserve 1pc of the countless gifts that flow to me as the sea flows to the shore, never ending, always present..


Always in Frankfurt


And You Smile

And you smile
That's not kind
And you laugh
But I don't mind


Bartender


Better Off Gone


Blanket of Roses


Changing History


Clear Obscurity

Create a new thought
Made of whispered memory sought
Never has the dark been so bright
And half is white and half is night


Condemned to Work for Food

Laughing at others is easy
Those who try harder than you
Coloring someone as sleazy
Because instead of talking they do


Confusion

Pg


Costantina

What's held in store
The next decades of flight
Settling for less than more
From behind green eyes bright

Questions unanswered
Twisting in time
Falling ever falling
Without rhythm or rhyme

Wishes and thoughts
Become uncertain desire
Round go the rings
Filled with water and fire


Danielle

Thanks


Don’t Miss Me


Dragon


Empty Spaces


Enter the World of Belief

And he who cannot understand
And he who cannot
There’s nothing to say.


Everything Gentle and soft

And forever is for a fool
You'll be my school
Or I'll be your high teacher
And you my evangelic preacher


For Sale

We spoke of everything
There was*


Four Hours in Paradise

For me my life has changed
I thing of little but your entice
My life’s been rearranged
Since I found four hours in paradise


Frankfurt Afternoon

I'm sitting in a book store in Frankfurt. I'm thinking of you. I want to carry you with me always. I'd like to bottle your laugh and pour it out when I need a shot of merriness. I'd like to bottle your smile and pour it out when I need a bit of encouragement. I'd like to bottle your warm touches and pour them out when I need to navigate troubled seas. You told me that I must write when all others are pushing me to abandon my love for the pursuit of gold.

Are we foolish to flirt with lasting friendship or love? Or are we foolish enough not to and let time roll over us as it has our present past


Frankfurt Nights


Francesca

I’ll wait another 40 years
I’ll do it without fears
I don‘t know how I survived
And now as before I’m left deprived


Frankfurt Twilight’s

And the voice is you
Calling from deep inside
To always be courageous and true
While others wait to be tied


Free
He Looked

He Looked Too


I Know Who You Are

You ought to get to know me
I’m the quiet Joe at the end
If u really want to be happy
You’re better off with a friend



I Regret Nothing

I Want to Die

I want to die
When I think that you’re gone
To cry
The whole night long

I want to die


I love you

I Started to Write

You smiled
As I came up clean
You knew all the while
The keys unseen


In a Hundred Years

And the plans and appointments
Made and left to the sky
Words spoken and sentiments
Destined to never die.



In Life
Nella Vita

In life we’re all waiting for someone. At times we are sure that they’ve arrived. A bit later we often find ourselves spread out on the ground like a clown. I will not let you fall. I will support you and you me. Patrizio


Just a Thought for You

It was just a thought. It lasted a few seconds. It started when I looked into your eyes... In the length of the seconds I married you, had children with you and lived happily ever after.

It was one of the sweetest sanest moments of my existence and I risk not tell you for the fear that you'll think that im nuts.


 

Just Friends

Well you've found one


Kev’

Life Cut Me with a Knife


Love

What is it really all about
And when will it all come out
Where I ask will it end
Maybe it’s better if you'll just be my friend


Mild



Moments


Mysterious
My Soul is Drifting

Living and dying
Each moment with you
Laughing and crying
Are you crying too


No Regrets



Plastic Coat

We know, we.....


Poisonous Womanhood

Remorse

And you lied nude before me
Knowing that you should
Risk to forever trust me
And be forever understood


Revolving Doors

Should've known better
For if someone's lover will be
Sooner or later
She'll be unfaithful to thee


Sadness

And his heart was filled with sadness that flowed in from a hundred rivers of remorse. And his heart grew and grew. He felt pain from the point of the sword in every space of his eternity. He felt pain where there was once laughter. He felt pain where there was once confusion. He felt pain where there was once nothing. The rivers flowed until his pain was vaster than all of the pain of the world. He felt pain that would have killed a million men. And it brought him to his knees of humility and he kneeled as the pain flowed past him and through him and he looked up because his head was tired of looking down. And he saw that his pain canceled no other's pain and he saw that his sadness multiplied the sadness of others so he rose and said pain be gone and in an instant it disappeared. The rivers dried up and he was surrounded by ecstasy. He looked from his ecstasy and saw that it multiplied the happiness of others. He saw that his smile produced by his happiness reduced other's pain. And he lived and he loved for he was born for this.


Sixty Days of Loneliness

Or did you?


Simple White Pearl

A courageous shy thing
Boxed and left to linger
Inside a diamond ring
To sit on no ones finger


Summer Breeze

Go hide from the snow and the cold
In your fantasy
Of fairytales and knights bold.


The Beginning the End

He felt no remorse
As he struck again
Time had run its course
The beginning the end



Throwing Yourself From a Mountain

Throwing yourself from a mountain is not easy. But you feel as if you’re being chased by someone with a rifle. And he wants to force you to live like him. And you know that you will die if you jump. What is death? Isn’t living life to society’s rules and not your own like a living death? I chose to live. I love Jesus and my children and how I love them I want to love you.



Waste



Well Enough Alone

Well enough alone well enough alone

A storm closed up in a locket
Casually placed in my pocket
Should have known
To leave well enough alone


Wisdom


Your Hate

Your hate has given me wings
And off runs my soul like a run away slave
fearing pursuit.
But then I stop to look back risking being retaken because the curiosity of the source of your hate is momentarily more important than life itself.
Your face is armed by your lips which are ready to fire and maim or even kill.
They are strangely silent as if you intentionally left the cell door open.
Your eyes have tell tale signs of bitter herbs in the bags forming around their youth.
And for a moment I imagine that you've smiled to see me free. It's as if it's the request of some strange want inside of you that suddenly beats the beast within.
But it's a trick and I feel that I should run,
But I can't.
I can't because I want to feint with anguish at the sight of your hapless smirk that doesn't realize that you no longer live.
And I cry because I know it
But I cry for you as I cry for all lost souls,
no more, no less.
You are not amazed, you've seen me cry before,
the same tears that at times have served to quell your flames.
And you believe that whipping my bleeding back will transfer your pain through the tip of the whip.
But my nerves are long numbed over by the constant pain.
And I can hardly tell the difference between the whip and your kiss.
Both arouse the same feeling within me,
though somehow your thrashes are more sincere.
And as you bend over to check your handy work you brush my back ever so lightly with your cheek
as if trying to sexually tantalize me.
In that way controlling me completely.
But I don't smile or even welcome your caress for anything more than a momentary lapse of consciousness which for you represents a temporary loss of sanity.
As you already know life is an inferno and you treat it as if the only way not to succumb is by spitting hotter more damaging fire from your all.
But the temperature of your bitterness is ever rising as the stove becomes the fuel for the fire making me doubt that you could
ever love or could've ever loved.
And I no longer cry for the pain that you can afflict upon me and I cry no longer for you.
Instead I'm crying for everyone like you who have arrived at the juncture whose sign reads life and conditional love.
And you were right all a long
Life is mean and rotten as it is for all in your state of incapacity to love.
I'm sorry,
I can't help you.
You may as well strike me again.



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