You can see it from the corner of the eye
the world is fractal – it lies in pieces.
Wrong overlaps the right
it’s broken and there is no one there to fix it.
Shattered bits in an endless continuum
an existence on the border of decay
entropy will claim what’s left.
Losing it in this twisted place
who can blame you -
when the structure of space itself
is smashed and minced to particles.
The universe is upside down
you’re only falling –
falling through space and time
barely touching anything.
Your existence has no effect
on the chaos all around.
Should we not cluster
and bring order to this mayhem?
As mass we will gain velocity
but also we’ll become inert.

As many of us do at some point of their lives I recently thought about why we die. I will not argue that human death is caused by the deterioration of the cells in our bodies. However you might want to ask yourself why cells behave this way. There is just no logic behind this. If the human body can grow to its full size then it should be capable of reproducing healthy cells when the height of growth is reached. The facts that we get old and die are proof that there must be a reason. Although not scientific, this is my poetic way of saying we have to die sooner or later:

Born as giants
stuffed with soul and heart.
Every day alive
tears it apart.
If you put your heart and love
into some things that you do
you lose tiny bits of soul
even if the rewards seem few.
Although souls regrow over time
never reach their former magnitude
which leads one to conclude:
Souls are fading over time
but all the tiny bits we give
are moments we like to relive.
They bring happiness to -
and all around us.
Though we can’t live
without our souls and thus,
leave the world
as empty shells -
just a bunch of body cells.
Given every bit away
but – believe me –
it’s okay!

(The title can be seen as a tribute to Supertramp)

Breathing desire -
craving lips -
filled with lust -
pulse of eagerness.
The joy -
of letting you down
over and over again.
Making you agonize
over all that is -
might have been -
all that’s yet to come
but most of all:
All that will never be.

We are soldiers in opposing forces
fighting a long lost war
whose causes are almost forgotten.
There will be no victory for either side
as long as we’re hiding in our self-dug shelters.
Without communication to our base
reduced to shouting at each other -
gun fire –
bullets missing only by an inch or so.
Shoot at me, I’ll shoot at you.
No backup, No cover,
just suppressing fire.
This front line won’t see a truce -
keen on pleasing ones ideals.
Peaceful future is a serpent’s gift
in the mind of the warrior.
We all want home –
some quiet time.
But who will turn his back on the other
if lethal are the rounds we fire.
Stuck in this wilderness –
our battlefield -
a leap of faith one has to make.
Live the war,
get shot to shreds -
or stand and risk taking that bullet to the heart.

I hate you so much
that I’d love to punch you
in your pretty face.
I love you so much
I hate we’re not together.
I know by now
everything is lost -
you are spoken for -
given away to someone unknown.
But at night I still think about you
with salty eyes.
I can’t forget
how much you mean to me
and I feel the grief inside me everyday.
I wish we could meet and forget what was.
I wish I could hurt you
so you can feel my everlasting pain
my endless love and hate for you.

The words go lost in our discussions
the meaning – unseen, hidden behind fears.
Sticking needles in my flesh
every time we argue.
Why we lose our temper,
and tease each other to insanity
is a mystery and simplicity.
Covered up in all my arguments
lies the truth that separates us.
An unknown question -
noone dares to phrase,
for the answer would have consequences.
The nameless bond that exists between us
might just shatter.
Though the answer is “just” love
and has always been – “just” love
love in all its varieties.

This is not me telling you what to do
because who am I to do so?
This is not me chumming up with you
I just open up my heart.
This is me showing my affection,
telling you how much I care.
Don’t ever get confused in all those words
since they actually all mean the same.
Take good care – remember me
and I promise: I will do the same.

Out of place
and out of time.
They talk
but will not listen.
Am I invisible,
or am I just ignored?
I wonder what is worse.
Alone and misunderstood -
but it’s not my fault;
It’s you who turns a blind eye.
It’s me telling you the story of my life,
but you take a rain check.
I’m losing hope here,
purged of faith.
I’m crying -
inwardly.
Listen up!
Feel my heart’s tune.
And even if it is a requiem
it’s melody that wants to be heard.
So if you still want me –
You should tell me
because I might forget;
and feel unwelcome
in your presence,
in your home,
your heart.

A simple touch to crumble worlds
shaky fingers before the truth.
What if one contact could change everything?
The world around might shatter and dissolve,
leaving nothing behind that is known to mankind.
The fear of the unknown fills the mind,
is truth worth this sacrifice?
For all the bad that’s happening here,
good does prevail sometimes.
Could you break the world with a simple touch -
sacrifice the well known illusion?
Would you hesitate to stay in wonderland
or is there nothing you could lose?
Is it worth by any means
or would you draw back your fingers?

A thought that struck me from behind
there is never nothing going on inside my mind.
There is not ever peace inside my head
a raging war that drives me mad.
The thoughts are crashing down on me
no escape – no way to flee.
All the memories I wish I did not keep
flowing through me even when I sleep.
I work, I rest, I dream
yearning so for satisfaction
disregarding any esteem
the ony constant is distraction.

There is nothing you can say to change my mind.
There is nothing you can do to make it right.

Now don’t tell me what I do is wrong
it took awhile to become this strong.
Don’t criticize every word I say
because You made me become this way.

There is nothing you can say to change my mind.
There is nothing you can do to make it right.

Between the friend that you once sought
and the person in your thought
lies the ugly truth of you
and it’s in every little thing you do.

There is nothing you can say to change my mind.
There is nothing you can do to make it right.

There is no way that you would show regret
it makes it even harder to forget
everything you give as dole
is an excuse to regale your soul.