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The Ravine

There is a ravine between hell and heaven
The no man’s land, my land
You’ll find me there
Suffering till the suffering dies
I don’t cry; I cried
I shed my tears in the nothingness of world
I cried in the dark humid and sunny days
I cried where no one heard me, only birds
I cried to reach my heart, there is none
Now, why should I?
I see no meaning
I suffer with indifference
I prefer to die alone, again
I don’t want mercy
I have had a lot
There in the ravine, you’ll find my soul
Just see how it suffers the pain

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The hope

In the dark nights of despair
Hope comes to deceive me once more
I ain’t a soul to deceive
I know the rains come without invites
I know there is no such word as success
It is life as it is
It is just as it is
It is my pen and the relentless pain
It is my soul and the bloody world
It is just me against hope
There is no such thing as happiness
It is myth woven by fools
It is just suffering or numbness
It is just a journey you have to take
It is just darkness filled with some lies
The great lie of satisfaction told to morons
There is nothing as fulfilment
There is only pain that keeps you going
To keep you alive
To keep you breathing
If you wanna live, embrace it
And realise what life is
Sweet mix of pain and no pain
In the dark nights of despair
Hope comes to deceive me again
It doesn’t no I’m an unbeliever

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The bird

The bird on my window is a friend of mine He comes and chirps to listen to my voice In the dark, voluptuous and stifling night He carries with him a …

The bird
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Poetry

The bird

The bird on my window is a friend of mine

He comes and chirps to listen to my voice

In the dark, voluptuous and stifling night

He carries with him a news from home

The grass is fucking green, he always lies

Listening to my answer he groans a while

But he is there to listen to my voice

The houses are shattered, the souls are torn

He knows all that but still, he always lies

On the night, when I try to loose it

He comes chirping the songs of spring

Trying to wake me and keep me alive

But sly is he with his god damn lies

The messenger of hope with a bill fine

But sly is he with his god damn lies

The hope is a disease that takes lives

In the spiteful wait of peaceful times

On the shards of glass I drain my soul

I see myself as a carrier of hope

I may not talk well to the bird

But deep inside I know it all

The bird is my soul wandering the meadows

Returning to my body to get back there

Where there is life hidden under the grass

The graves of my people waiting for peace

The peace will return I say to bird

The bird is happy so am I

The bird sings the song of freedom at last

I rest my head against the shards of glass

Feeling the blood drain out of me