The Gilded Cage

Gilded cage
The pretty doors and windows.
The calm manner to just me at home.
The green plants to brighten my life.
This is my haven, my refuge,
My release from the everyday
That I fear.

June 3/17

Empty City

The empty sounds of the city.
The rumble of the freight trains.
The roar of the engines at the airport.
Sounds like they are using old prop planes.
I imagine North Korea with no lights,
In the country, but very few in the city.
A sharp horn from the trains.
It's Tuesday night.
Nothing to do in a little city.
No trouble to get in.
I remember Tuesday drinking parties at the bar.
Now the streets are empty.
No 2:30 AM neighbour coming home loud and drunk.
Everyone is tucked in their beds.
The city feels empty.
Not even half full.
Fumes of industry.
Empty.

April 12/17

Fa

Fa

Tu da mihi osculum, ut neq;
Digitos Tippy, oculis clausis mollis tenera labia.
Quod putavi fore similem
Et nesciebat.
Et quod velox est fruendum est.
Sensi ego admiratione perculsis est.
Vellem diuturnior esset.
Utrum jus illud facio
Ego sum qui vellent alio casu.
Et respexit ad me et risit
Et cum recubuisset iterum, et dedit mihi apertum est
Osculum oris.
O me perdidit ex primis unum.
Nescio si biberint sum et off vinum
Quibus basiorum.
Cunctantur cogitatu.
Et tamen sentiunt se super labia mea.
Amo basiorum.

Jan 7/13

不快な魂

不快な魂

前進するが後ろに進む。
幸いだが、何かが欠けている。
私の思考の後ろに残っている、
私はそれが何であるかは分からない。
不快な魂のように感じ始めた。
雨が降っているのを見ている。
バンバンバン。
箱の音が鳴り響く
これは私からこれを怒らせない
特別なファンク。
雨はまだ降っています。
私は小滴が私にぶち壊されると思います。
私の髪を乱すが、私の不安感を消す。
短時間の間、私はどこかにいました。
一秒間、それはそれに値するものでした。

9月6日

Turn off everything

Turn off everything that makes noise.
Then listen to the sound outside.
Describe it.
Gives it shape.
Understand it.
Realize that everyone is in bed sleeping,
resting up for tomorrow.
But waiting for the week to end.
Turn off everything.

March 22/17

The Sounds

Time has escaped.
It's late in the evening.
Everything around me has be come
forgotten as if it hasn't existed in a long time.
Sometimes I hear the roar of a distant car.
The Growling of the wind on the windows,
The thunderous explosion of the rain hitting
the ground repeatedly.
Sullen escape.

March 16/17

What makes me

A thousand breathe of fire.
Each full of haste and fury.
Thought out and forgotten.
A struggle in itself.
Rise up and dash the foolish.
Stand proud as many cannot.
I ask myself can it be done?
It can be done.
Hope is what makes me believe.

Feb 24/17

It's this way

We all are going in the same direction.
Some of you look like me.
Some of us are old.
Some of us are young.
We all have the same doubts and Worries.
But we press on.
Stumbling through life.
Creeping towards the light.
We are all going there.
At our own pace.
Enjoy the moment.

Jan 09/17