I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
With a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.

I do, but walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic

It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.


I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley
He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild drooling eyes.

I wish I had my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son

Smiles to him through the bars.
She's never loved him more.


An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy
A green butterfly on her neck.

Terribly sweet perfume deafens me.
She's going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.


I see a model's face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection

Beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.


The first thing I ever heard
Was a wandering
Man telling his story

It was you
The grass under my bare feet,
The campfire in the dead of night,

The heavenly black of sky and sea.

It was us,

Roaming the rainy roads
Combing the gilded beaches.
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn,

Bathing in places no one seen before,
Shipwrecked on some mat painted island,
Clad in nothing but the surf

Beauty's finest robe.

Beyond all mortality we are

Swinging in the breath of nature,
In early air of the dawn of life,
A sight to silence the heavens.


I want to travel where life travels,
Following it's permanent lead.

Where the air tastes like snow music,
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden,
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture,

I would bathe in a world of sensation,
Love, goodness and simplicity.


The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infinite

As I'll never be the man my father is.

How can you

Just be yourself
When you don't know who you are
Stop saying

I know how you feel
How could anyone know how another feels?


Who am I to judge a priest, beggar,
!@^%, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already.


Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream
I've never been so close to truth as then,

I touched it's silver lining!

Death is the winner in any war,
Nothing noble in dying for your religion,
For your country,

For ideology, for faith,
For another man
Yes

Paper is dead without words,

Ink idle without a poem,
All the world dead without stories.
Without love and disarming beauty.
Careless, realism costs souls.


Ever seen the Lord smile?
All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre apocalyptic is,
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground.


I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never change.
I too wish to be a decent man
But all I am
Is smoke and mirrors.
Still given everything
May I be deserving.