A moment in the present.

I sold my hopes for a rhyme.
To capture the beautiful dances of your speech,
or the intense eyes of a mime,
I sold my hope yes, for a world to reach.

I put our secrets down on paper
and turned our privacy into poems
I sold, yes I sold my story,
for it to be read by lovers.

The simple and the sublime,
the new, the old, the lost.
My guitar lays against the wall,
the G string missing
your silence still hissing.

Sometimes I drift away even by your side
and think about better times
times I've felt good.
You suck. I write. Drink. Repeat the rule.
I live deliberately nowadays
on hand on my heart, the other extended,
ready to be surprised and to document it.

Words for a Century of Turns

We lost our power, we reclaim our power.

Each one goes through all the stages of love, in an hour.

We claim to know the answers; we clear ourselves from doubt,

We feel a short sharp glimpse

Of what is all about.

We inspire one another

We think about things that others wouldn’t bother.

We join in ideals, sister, brother.

I try, you try, she tries too,

We live life as a prize, even if we struggle to pull it through.

We sing through pain.

We read through pain.

This century’s mind prison is the wage slave.

We have it so easy really,

I mean comparatively.

We are all so free.

So free we choose to live in bondage, he said to me.

When we don’t have our dreams stolen.

Our faces tired, our feet swollen.

We grow wings, we break strings.

Sink in warm water to be reborn.

Philosophy makes good intellectual porn.

In the name of liberty, escape the city.

Oh come on, use what you learn.

Being a better person is actually something that you earn.

The high standards of magazines that will never understand you’re unique

So many broken souls doing their critique.

Broken politics and religious shame.

Some many lies told but we are not falling in the game, again.

Rhetoric might make a wonderful speech.

But I’m not listening lalalalala you see.

There’s still a lot of potential to reach.

We know and now we seek.

The world is a teacher, and not what it seems.

The feeling so strong.

The hope so young.

The world so old.

Extended arms, open fields.

Get them caught before the arms deals.

I heard you say between the smiles.

The future darling, is in your hands. 

Without Knowledge

What are we without knowledge?
Even if we were full of beauty, talent
what would we be without knowledge?
It'll be like having wings, and not knowing how to fly.
Like having legs and not knowing where to run.
Why being beautiful, even perfect if you're empty?
Seeing a drop and ignoring the ocean...
What is it then a human, without knowledge?
Flesh and bones
and a starved soul.
We would have no laughter, no imagination,
no sky, no horizon...
What for should we have a brain
if it receives nothing, awaits nothing, says nothing and carries nothing.
What are we, so simple and so fragile... without knowledge?
Tainting, crawling in a world, so uncertain.

A Waltz.

We're all very likely to fall into vice,
well when there's cake everyone wants a slice,
He told me 'Hey sweetness don't compromise'
if you don't hear yourself you'll take advice
from a world that resembles a broken hearts club...

You choose what is best and feel all so nice
but under the table beware of the mice!
you wanted a feast, now your living on rice!
Yes, there are much more important things than size!

And yes your eyes will hurt when you realize
that its a long way to find paradise
start your journey now or you'll pay the price
show me a smile before we turn into ice!

See, in love there's no such thing as thinking twice
you want or you don't
its not down to the dice
Come let's be honest and look me in the eyes,
So we can go back to silence, because silence is wise.

All that we were...

I opened the door
to all the we were
pieces of life,
now lay on the floor.

A gaze to what was,
writings on the wall
like in ancient caves
tell us of a life, now gone

Covered in dust,
memories, that's all
Sounds once lively
now are silent.

Look at the roses
its like they know
they hung their heads,
as the past is gone.

Look through the window,
peep through a hole
break into the place
you once called home
it once held your heart but it holds it no more
all and all its just a story to be told.

Its like a vision
we were so young
your dreams were intact
my dreams weren't even born.

Our love was a fresh new bud
and now lays in pieces
in the old home
along with history,
and the things we should have told.

Feel the wind,
its like it knows
wipes out the cobwebs
sweeps away the old.

Look through the window
peep through a hole
break into the place
you once called home
it once held your heart but it holds it no more
because the past is the past and this past is gone.

(to be song lyrics by E.V.)