How You Remind MeWhy must you remindof the past I left behind?You make the faces in the windhowl their stinging reprimand,Why must you remindof the light I failed to find?Complete blindness without a sparkforged my chains within the dark,Why must you remindof the angel who was so kind?The warmth of fire in her eyesonly hastened her burning demise,Why must you remindof the voice that would always grind?The words of a snake that learned to barknever failed to find their mark,Why must you remindof the soul that has resigned?The one person who I cannot seethe one person who is me.
One Simple WordSimple textSimple wordsAre all that are ever heard.Written linesBlurred facesIn places where love is ignored.Empty promisesWhite liesLeaving hearts broken inside.You say you'll be hereAnd I waited for youIn that valley of springtime promiseBut all I heard was one word.One simple word.
HeimAt first the empty parking lotand those rebellious grassesreminded me of summer outside Reykjavik,where the sun only bowed its headat one in the morning.Wasteful, I thought,putting the world in your mouthand allowing it to be bitter.But just take a moment to remember:the time on the radiothe sounds of your namewe can travel north without a compasswatch everyone yearnlike trying on clothesall part of this fatexposedloveand people likeyou and meshould be able to see thispicking bananasat the equatorbut I knowwe will sit here, in your carlaughinguntil one of us is okay to drive.
the last four yearsI tried to read between your lineswhen you didn't know how to be subversive.I wasn't socialized like this;honesty isn't in the nature of my storytelling,reality blurred into concepts andspit back in too many words,so I'm sorry I misunderstoodeverything about you,and I'm sorry it took me this longto explain.
Slaughter of the InnocentsIn the field the children now lay,peacefully, as if sound asleep.The very ground where they would play,would now their bodies ever keep.The friends they knew across the way,changed in but a wink of an eye.A godless urge to kill and slay,left the whole world wondering, WHY???Tribe against tribe, soon it was done,the innocents died where they stood.Machetes and knives under the sun,there were some who did what they could.Listen...can you hear the wind whispering...Mournful sighs and silent cries,angels weeping from on high.Demons spread their wings to fly,their lust for blood now satisfied.Some would blame God, some would blame man,some prefer to turn a deaf ear.The truth is that the Devil's plan,is to rule planet earth with fear.All of the children, all of the men,all of the women and the old,soon will awaken and then, only then...will a new world of peace then unfold.See them play on yonder hill,moon above, shadows still.Monsters dead, their bitter
Sweet Nectar of Life!I would scale the highest mountainI would sail the stormy seasI would walk through cactus gardenscrawl through brier on my kneesI would fly clear up to HeavenI would dig through earth belowI would place my bet on sevenput on quite an evening showI would search through every caveI would climb the highest treeI would jump and act so braveeveryone would root for meI would wish to end all strifeI would pine for endless daysSuck the nectar of sweet lifeLive forever in His ways
The DreamerCosmic dance above my head,colors that blend sublime.Blues and greens and striking reds,I'm lost in space and time.Such scenes inspire dreamers,it's nature at it's best!Poets, artists, believers,translating beauty's fest.Thoughts drift to my city home,the foul, polluted air.Smog creates a poisoned dome,yet no one seems to care.Planet earth, a 'jewel in space',or so the spaceman said.That saying now seems out of place,a 'nest befouled' instead.But for now I watch the lights,and dream of better things.A future day when earth is right,and harmony takes wing.
I Dream of YouI close my eyesand I see your faceThe smile that makeseveryone smile and laughThe eyes that sparklewhen you joke aroundThe laugh that infectseveryone and makes me laughYou look at meand smileI run my fingersthrough your hairyou sigh and smileI close my eyesand dream of you
DeservingI don't deserve you.That much is true.You're everythingI could ask for...No wait,you're more.Yet here you standIn front of meWhen will I wake up,Is this a dream?I blinkI pinchBut you're still there,Why...Why do you care?You are perfect.I can't say more.Problems seem simpleWhen your words come throughI'll smile, grinBe the girl I know I can.But...I don't deserve you.That much is true.
I have nothing to writeI have nothing to write,nothing to share.I am lost for inspiration,and I don't even care.So what if I don't write?It's not like it's good.So what if I don't draw?It's not like I ever could.I don't need to create.It's all pointless in the end.I thought I loved my pen and brush,but they're just false friends.
Why LOVE is so special...The happiest of all are the children who do not fear future, and leave their past behind.But as they grow up they learn to be cautious. They begin to plan what will come.Grown-ups teach them what to expect, how cruel the world is, and how to become blind.Then a first disappointment arrives. Not everything happens as it should. Wrong is the sum.Why are children so happy? Well, they believe in magic. They know that love is kind.With adulthood we lose our dreams, the castles in the clouds disappear. Our friend is fear.So, what will save us? Love is here. We cannot understand it. Why is it so grand?Remember the childhood? The love was all around? Love is a special moment! Hear?It exists only in the present, now and here! Past is sadness, lost and forever banned.Our future is uncontrolled, mysterious conditions are at work. Scary it appears!Love is the remedy, the medicine that can heal. But why is it so? Don't you see?When you meet it, your life changes. You can stay in now. Cel
ConfessionI have a confession to makeI'm still in loveDespite my reasoningDespite my logicI can't let it goCall me a foolCall me what you wantBut it's a feelingThat I can not denyNo matter how I bury itOr how I try to ignore itIt comes backNever had I loved so trueAnd never had I loved so hardIt seems its imprint stayedTo never go awaySo I can only doWhat my hearts saysAnd keep on lovingUntil this heart ends
Ode To YouThe road to you was twisted and tangledwith boys I loved and boys I mangledand who mangled me.I thought finding love was a hopeless mission,under impossible conditions,until I found the signpostspointing to you. With you I have a place,a home, a room, a quiet spaceto rest my heart and rest my headand see how all roads ledto you in the first place.
Why I Write.I write for the silent oneThe one afraid to utter wordsI write for black shrouds and sorrowAnd funeral clothingI write for the lost timeThat slipped from a bottleI write when I feel doubtWashing down my throat in a torrentI write for first loveFor the red string tying hearts togetherI write for fear of crashing planesAnd of being lonely and forgottenI write for teardrops staining pillowcasesAt the stroke of a broken heartI write for the past, present, and futureFor horrid reality and rotten fictionI write for suppressed furyAnd for a resilient will to move forwardI write for paper cuts and razor bladesAnd subcutaneous scarringI write for the inner demons that humans harborAnd for the occasional angel in the gutterI write for that one rude commentThat nearly made me come undoneI write so that you’ll understandMy side of this meandering storyI write for you and my loverAnd for the occasional strangerI write for myself.I hope you’ll understand now.
LovesickI am utterly infatuated with you,it isn't your eyes, nor your hair -but you; the real you(and probably your sexy smile).I can't stop thinking aboutthe little things you do andthe jokes you like to say,the way you seemingly manageto make me grin every single time.I pretend there's a chance between usand dream about the endless possibilities -we can be in a relationship together.But a dream is but a dream,and I realise we'll never be together.You take my breath away,the same way the wind sweeps leaveson a warm, cozy autumn day.There's nothing special about you,yet I think you're completely differentand you're always thereeven though you aren't really.I'm not in love with you (I think),but you've definitely got me -I'm utterly infatuated.
SurvivalWe can survive.It's not easy but we can.And it's not down to a person, a place, a memory,It's down to us.How can you expect someone to love youbefore you love yourself?Learn to love,Melt the ice,Be cured.
LoveLove is like the ocean;one moment a calm, liquid plain,the next a torrent of mountainsthat crashes downand tears itself apart.