life – Page 3 – Scriptorium '77

being enough. not lonely

and all of a sudden
I’m lonely
no more

Sonnet #64: Phases

There is a certain time for everything
But when the cruel clock is ticking backwards
When fancy makes the noise of cloud ka-ching
There’s hardly anything for kind rewards

lotus

make place
for the turmoil of my pace
let me die with grace
make me living

visionary : : speechless

dreaming of a world of hate
in which i can be
a spark of miracles
spreading colours everywhere

Den of Iniquity

for lingering lights / at lusting midnight
when animals eerie / enter the silver

there is a key to everything but it takes time

sometimes on the road
there is a street among highways
one path along
where only grass belongs

thirteen seconds to die

it’s too late again
he lived his life
but before he’s gone
there’s something left to do

keep the state of living out of the dead

I’m afraid, I can’t tell
What the hell is that smell?
Knocking on my front door
Frightening me to the core

once upon a time the surface of the moon was an endless sea

without fears
they broke in
they broke out
in tears

Time Is Always Now

We’re making plans and having dreams
But never is it like it seems
That’s enough of rhyming for today
Because I’ve got important things to say