midnight – Page 2 – Scriptorium '77

Trash and the Streets

putting things right
ridicules the rules
ruins every step
stopping every ignorant

burning star

it is the wind
that howls and sings
my mind is burning
while temper swings

Heart of the Stone Age

there is a stone in my heart
let’s see if it breaks
free as a butterfly
towards the bright sky

thinking is futile

I’m walking on
Drifting
Only in my thoughts
There is sunshine

in a moment

there is something different
there is a cold
the brain can barely hold
in a moment of clarity

Velvet Ecstasy

In twilight’s embrace, where shadows dance
Amidst the sighs of a mournful trance
Where dreams dissolve in a misty haze
And reality blurs in a cryptic maze

Cooking My Brain

Another midnight lies ahead
Could go to bed but instead
I’m writing down my thoughts and prayers
To the hours past and all their layers

Steam

Running out of…
Water
I need to run to the kitchen

Late Balcony Evenings

My late balcony evenings had been long past
Until today
I went out with a cigarette

Whistling With the Wind At Midnight

It’s not a challenge
It’s a game we play
The livingroom door is behind me