Short words, no thoughts

"Poem of the Month" [September -93]

         All dreams must end,
        Some we wish to go on for ever,
        Nightmares we wish to end whenever.
        The awakening to the reality is always a death.

So fucking stupid [1st of May (May Day), 1995]

	Games of mind are so easy,
	games of love so uneasy.
	There's no mind in loving,
	love so damned ungiving.
	A COMPLAINT! I CAN'T FIND THE RESET BUTTON ANYWHERE!!!

Fuckedupness, May Day, 1995

	Life, what's that?
	No sense in anything.
	Just chaos meaning nothing.
	No love for anything.
	People learning nothing.
	No honour no nothing.

Cold thoughts [May Day, 1995]

	Night is so dark and cold,
	Guilty people sleeping in calm,
	Trying to sleep innocently,
	Trying to forget.
	For it's not that we're doomed to forget,
	For we're doomed to be guilty.
	People of Night trying to forget,
	And say shit is actually gold.

Warm thoughts [May Day, 1995]

	Where is love, what is such?
	In man, there isn't much.
	Just heat of lust,
	Fiery hatred.
	Blasting anger,
	Melting jealosy.
	Burning passion,
	Flames of destruction.
	Kindness is just a side,
	Of a thousand-faced Devil,
	Consuming man in this Hell.

Dark thoughts [May Day, 1995]

	Existance is a loser;
	Everything ebbs, nothing stays.
	Darkness is the only direction,
	Chaos is the deathly reaction.
	No! No! That only echoes,
	Voices of your dying fellows.
	Life is so futile,
	Love even more so,
	Loss is their only giving.

	Faith is a rarity in men,
	Death always winning,
	Faith always losing,
	Nullidity is the fate of it too.

Thoughts of light [May Day, 1995]

	Light, the Bringer of Life,
	Might it just be a lie?
	Illumination is what we see,
	Hallucination is what it might be.
	Reason we seek for our deeds,
	Treason is the fulfiller of needs.
	There aren't many friends,
	There are just enemies.
	Friends they may call you,
	Enemies they often treat you,
	For friendship is a threat,
	And enemies must be kept near.
	There's nothing as close to Light,
	But darkness of the Night.

Morning in pain [May Day, 1995]

	Thousands of mornings,
	Filled with mournings,
	Moments of the Sun's risings,
	Hours of million cryings.

	For some it brings awakening,
	For some it brings a new day.
	For some it brings death of loved ones,
	For some the birth of horrors.

	For doomed are we to awaken,
	For doomed is life to be taken,
	For doomed are men to get weaker,
	For doomed is darkness to grow deeper.

	For us,
	For them,
	For him or her.
	For you,
	For me, too.

	Awakening,
	Ending.
	Beginning,
	Death.

Dream, where are you? [May Day, 1995]

	Dream, come closer,
	Dream, come here.
	Dream, for I need you,
	Dream, for you're my Dream.

	Love, come closer,
	Love, come here to me.
	Love, for I need you,
	Love, for you're Everything.

	Life, don't go away now,
	Life, I dream of you now,
	Life, for I need you,
	Life, for you're all I need.

	Light, where are you,
	Light, I haven't seen you,
	Light, for I need you,
	Light, for you're my only hope.

Another morning [May Day, 1995]

	On a cold morning,
	When I wake up alone,
	I only think of you,
	As I couldn't think of else.

	Dream, so far,
	I see you fly away,
	I wish to see you again,
	On the next time I lay down.

	Oh memories so fresh,
	Like those of yesterday,
	I come to get you back,
	When I just find the right way.

	Those roads, those walks,
	those forests in my dreams,
	I wish to walk again,
	And do it with my Dream.

How to find that when [May Day, 1995]

	Time doesn't just go on,
	It runs away from me,
	For run it must now,
	If I ever am to find you.

	I can't feel you,
	I can't see you here,
	Where is that moment,
	In the future when I can.

	Please bring me there,
	To that moment please,
	As fast as I can,
	I want to find that when.

Walking [May Day, 1995]

	Through the evenings,
	Through the forests,
	Through rains and storms,
	Through mornings so fair.
	I want to walk with you.
	As on those days,
	When we did so,
	Every now and then.
	I don't know,
	anything,
	more sweet.
	Than an apple,
	from a tree,
	where you picked it,
	just for me,
	and you.

	Does it matter what I did,
	I couldn't do enough.
	I gave you joy and laughter,
	and you were so merry.
	I gave you my hands around you,
	when you needed me there.
	I gave you an apple,
	that I washed in the lake.
	I my pride I gave you too,
	but that's nothing,
	For nothing is as cheap,
	As a friend's caring.

	I cry when I see blue flowers,
	For I picked one for you once.
	I cry every evening,
	when I walk alone in the streets,
	For I can almost feel,
	Your sweet presense so near me.

Lightning

	Do tell me,
	why is it so dark every day.
	Say to me,
	what are these dark flashes.
	Call me,
	and tell me why they hurt.

	Do tell me,
	what are these memories.
	Say to me,
	why do they flash all the time.
	Call me,
	and tell me are they true.

	Do tell me,
	what it's called to live this way.
	Say to me,
	why can't I get any peace.
	Call me,
	and tell me about the weather.

	Do tell me,
	did you really exist.
	Say to me,
	were you just a fake.
	Call me,
	and tell me why did you die.