Prisoner of My own Device...

Yesterday was so bright,
Sun still shining, in the moonlit sky,
And that rainbow,
The one that’s purple, red, yellow and blue,
Still reminding you of the rain last night,

You could still see the boats,
If you wanted to,
Floating down the road,
Fighting the winds and the waves,

Children in the neighborhood park,
Pushing, shoveling and falling apart,
To songs and to dances,
And some rhyming lyrics too,

Time had no meaning,
And nothing really mattered,
And world was always at peace,
For you could buy all for a penny,

I remember them all,
It was just yesterday,
Or maybe the day before,

It’s quite dark now,
As I sit and look out of my window,
It’s been a while,
that I took a moment to think,
And to Wonder and worry,

I gave up much,
To get too little,
Money for smile,
Delusions for dreams,

The boats floating down the river,
I don’t see them anymore,
I have a desk, and a file now,
and a dark glass window too,

It gives me a view,
of the neighborhood floors,
Full of people lost in time,
Digging out the dirt,
working their times,
like a prison it looks,
Like a dungeon it feels,

The more I try,
the further I sink,
losing my faith,
losing my belief,

Let me say good bye,
let me say Godspeed,
it’s time I moved on,
and followed my dreams…

an Irregular-Ode to a love lost long...

Brilliant eyes, electric bright,
laughter clear, to silence a crowd,
cheerful spirit, spreading around
was it a songbird, or was that you?

Just a glimpse and a hint of smile,
a fading memory and some music of your voice…
That’s all I have,
for you’ve been gone so long,
disappeared in the sand of time
and now it has been a while,
did you ever feel the same?

I spent the years running around,
To get a hint of you,
Spent the days searching in my mind,

And just when I had forgotten you,
And I thought I had moved in time,
You came back from the dead,
to stir up a storm around,

And I think I heard your voice again,
And I think I saw you smile,
Tell me you are real this time,
And say it’s not my mind,

Say that I’ve not created you,
Like I did before,
Tell me you are for real,
And not my mind playing games,

The last I remember,

You were still living in my dreams,

Tell me you are for real now,

And no longer a dream …

The weird ones...

Do you know how it feels,
To be strange and alone.
To be the only one,
Who gets the point…

To be the one who looks,
Beyond the lines of reason,
And be able to dream,
To sing and to hymn,
To be,
Stranger than the crowd around,
To be looked and laughed upon,

I met one today,
Sitting there,
In the corner of my mind,
Shrouded in dark, shunning all the light,
And attention,

He said I fear the light,
For there’s someone ready to show,
How bad I look, how good he is,
and how I don’t fit in…

And do they know,
that when they try,
to show me their light,
they take me off my path,
and they kill the one inside,
me…

I have asked myself,
over a million times,
why is it so difficult,
to be left the way I am

Why cant’s they let go off me,
why there’s always someone around,
ready with an answer,
to the questions I never ask…