Poezja

Dreams have disappeared
under icecubes of pillows
let her sleep
in her death orientated way
she sings in harmony
with broken pianos
and burnt out violins
to the sounds of the lost -
the people that forgot how to sing.

We forget in our hazy duality
that we exist
that we are alive
but living is not enough
for we  live under a murderers knife
in which at any moment
we could break
for goodness sake
and for no sake at all

we are afraid
of being
seeing
the reality
we have all been dreaming

we are scared
of leaving behind
what we do not live at all
let us stand tall
against this
purgatory
this lost dreamt place
the anger on your face
chase chase chasing
you to your ancient land
it has been planned
but you will not listen

I only ever wanted to see your silver moonlight glisten

on my love of a heart
that you tore from the start
and push into my way
For I am here to stay
you can not leave me
you have made me immortal
So for eternity i shall stay
until i can take you through my portal

Amun ka ra