• darkness

    darkness cries and all the shadows will run through the
    night. big flashes of light. crows fly from tree to tree,
    to pick the berries that fell in front of their feet.
    the berries were made of blood. from those who will
    be never forgotten. bloody hearts from soldiers who have
    battled the
    fires of life. and when we died we left tears a lonely wife
    behind…
    the tree feeds from the tears of love…
    for the memories that were cut down and
    locked away…the memories will be deleted but not
    forgotten
    realease me…


  • senses

    senses come, senses go, senses appear when
    the time is near and when the time is by
    they disappear in thin air until the time is near
    I will rest without fear and with pleasure
    for the next skill if I will still remain just a
    human being living in reality that’s me that’s at least
    a part of me


  • whispering

    small ways inside me
    might whisper about good and bad times
    about sickness and health
    about silence and in a soft voice
    about whispering and shouting
    about silence and noise
    but above all it teaches me
    that wounds that are too deep
    don’t heal and you keep
    inside your veins
    surely runs the pain
    only a small voice inside
    your brain takes over the pain
    so you can live everyday
    knowing that the pain is being
    taking over by a whisper
    inside your brain whispers
    and it let’s me know
    when the time is so
    just so


  • inspiration

    inspiration is a sensation
    that runs through my veins and brain
    it makes me write down what I can’t see
    not many people can make me feel this way
    but you do through and through that’s one of the reasons
    why I like you
    so I do get my inspiration through you
    and it doesn’t fade away like with most persons
    I must see because of you it stayed
    and didn’t go away
    that’s one of the reasons I am asking
    you to stay and not to go away
    so please stay, don’t take my inspiration away
    so forgive me


  • crosslights

    burn from shadows on the wall
    once was rules above all others
    but everything has to die
    to keep the soul alive
    only a shadow contains the truth
    of a past that once was a ruler
    but is now only the silence ruler
    and has a high place to field
    so forgive me


  • 15 mirrors

    1 mirror to look through
    2 mirrors to see
    3 mirrors to break
    4 mirrors to stay
    5 mirrors to give away
    6 mirrors to fade away
    7 mirrors for the light
    8 mirrors for the night
    the rest of the mirrors were never found
    still today they lay around
    but still no one found the 7 mirrors
    to make the 15 mirrors that go around
    so should you want one of them
    let me know before you go
    so help me so the truth
    that only I know and the mirrors show
    than you will know that the mirrors
    show
    so don’t let go


  • through my eyes

    through my eyes I see you
    every day you stay
    in your corner
    every day
    through the years
    I see you smile
    I see you cry
    I laugh at your jokes
    every time
    a year older you’ve become
    the shop is your future
    and it is your past
    untill you fade away
    it will stay
    through your glory
    through your fate
    so don’t forget your past
    until the last
    do your best
    your quest


  • you

    you in all your glory
    and your pain drives you insane
    you do what you do that’s true
    you are the best in everything
    that you are
    just you


  • realism

    a man is old
    a man is young
    through the years
    he kept hanging on
    through the pictures
    on the wall
    his past tells it all
    his steps are famous
    his memory rules
    his honour has spoken
    to the world
    and every time he turns
    to his place
    where he wonders
    and learns
    and then he steps back
    into the world
    and it all becomes real
    giving him a shield
    so feel


  • mothers

    our mothers run through our veins
    we see them every day
    if and if the past away
    we see them through our veins
    like a picture inside our brain
    we cry every day because the emptiness
    that our hearts contain when they pass away
    even love can’t break like a brick falls inside my heart
    that never falls apart
    I write this down because I know I can’t let go
    when I look at my hands and see that she is still
    inside of me, so please love me for eternity