Changes to Nought

Things are changing,
They are not the way they were before.
They never are and never will.
People are getting laid off,
others crossing the line of no return.

We find new ways to occupy ourselves,
new toys, new sources of entertainment.
The Fundamental questions remain but we ignore them.
Who needs them anyway?

We invent new studies
We send great musicians to play million dollar instruments
in crowded subways,
and measure the degree to which people couldn't care less.
Clever. But who cares?

The lessons we teach are obsolete,
from the moment we learn them.
We should learn to turn our minds, tune our thoughts
Count the stars and feel the seconds pass by.

Life is a race lost in advance. Why hurry?
We should learn to let go,
Kill the romance and drown the dreams.
We should learn to wake up and rise,
or,
rather rise and wake up.
I could do away with it all,
bet my life on a game of toss
and loose it all
and weep for a day
and wake up the next
to walk lighter and do away.
Take and deep breath and walk away.

memento mori

way to go

Its a long day, its a long way, and there's light, somewhere,
at the bottom of my pack, a head torch maybe, but I cannot be bothered to look for it.
So for the moment, darkness will do, my doubts about where I'm heading will lead me on.

Its a long way, its along the way,
maybe another day, delay Bleu Bay.
Plans never make out,
and people tell lies.
So the at the end of the day, it is all about how long will the lies hold.

Slipping away

It all works out.
That there is a beginning to the end
and no story is ever written in vain.
Sheathed knives, twisted for knaves,
Only fools would not understand.
My hands were tied but notmy mind
and the lump in my head
will not make me fly tomorrow.
But It will not take me down
for the ground is too cold to lie
Six feet is not mine yet.

It all has a sense.
senseless chain of events
silent killers, friends underneath it all.
Six feet from the light,
the venom is spread and the word is out.
Who will listen, who will hear.
here is where invisible lines are drawn.

I see the ships leaving shore
wind behind the sails
slipping away to the horizon.
Nothing is the same
nothing ever is.
Promisses never made cannot be broken
Oaths not taken are not binding, blinding.
never defining, the rules of engagement.
There is no story, so don't worry, not be sorry.
but take a look at the land
for the moment is gone
even before it ever happened.
In the end
it was all a rite of passage
a flirt, a stoten minute
frozen in a fool's garden
it all was the same, eternal game
played by the same pawns
themselves subjet to a greater cycle.
Memento mori, memento mori
I see it all fading away
for I still am to learn
to hold the gates to the flood.
to swim against a tide
and to take that dive
and never walk back.

20090615 - words

It is ultimately the way that things goes.
There is a begining
and then, an end.
What really matters
is the time in between.
No comprmise
no sarcasm
Just seconds, ticking away
in their eternal haste.

Doors that you wish would remain open
always find a way of closing
and words written in haste
leave a neverlasting aftertaste,
Thrown about, always such a waste.

Is it the begining of the end
or an end to a beginning?
Time will tell.
But time also tells tales
that have reasons and lessons of their own
and listen to the voice of noone.

Emotions in the flow
They never last
for once you go
they belong to the past.

There is no reason to hold on
there has never been
and never will be.
The hands of time
takes their toll.
and memories fade
and hearts that fonder
mumble and stumble
and fall humble and silent
for the nights last
and the cold comes.

there is no sleep
there is no rest
there is no peace
there is no feast
until the day
The tides recede
and the sun shine again.

The Wolf and the Lycan

There is a weird story,
one of a Lycan and a Wolf.
It is yet to be known
why the Lycan tracked down and hunted the Wolf
For Lycans are known to be selective hunters,
And wolves lonesome warriors

But the Bitch was skilled and bit
and the Wolf defended,
It was a battle of witt,
lost in advance,
for Lycan's skills and fangs
were superior
and caught the battleweary Wolf offguard

Fangs and claws
Kicks and rants
ecapes and evasion.
tactics left to the underworld.
She was stronger and soon limits were overcome
and walls were brough down.

Boundaries that should not have been
were crossed
and gates to the tides were opened
and there was no turning back.

Life took its toll
and there are stories, untold
for the hurt they convey
built bridges, not to be crossed
pathways that are to be forgotten

The battle lasted and lasted
deep into the night
And when Dawn was about,
the Wolf was down
and Lycan knew
the prey was hers for the smitting...

Staring into the fury of moment
She walked away...

So today there live many a tale
Of a Wolf that roams the plains
Like a ghost to the moon
it leaves no shadows...
for, if you look close enough
you will see,
that somewhere under the fur,
the Lycan bit...

20090509 Darwin, NT Walking alone

As I walk accross this city,
It dawns upon me
That the light that once shone
has died,
and the spark that once started it all,
is gone,
left to wither and die
in a heart surrounded by stone walls

10,000 miles I have travelled
to find that you walk alone.
That you need no one,
and that the promisse you made
will never be met.

The closer I get the further we are
Its not you its me
I was forewarned and paid no heed.

There is no wind in Darwin today
and the kites will not fly
Glass windows and ice cubes
Fortified and defended,
Lest there should be a tiny space to enter.
There is no wind today
and the kites will not fly
So I take a ride in solo, so low,
and I bow, take the blow
But all is fine,
and all is always good.
its a paradigm here
and you walk alone
for you don't need me
you don't want me

And I wonder, wandering thoughts
Where did it all go?
all the emotions and the love?
all the hopes and promisses...

It was yet again a game
one that I still fail to grasp
for at the end I am the one
left standing.

Carpe Diem, memento mori
But it all comes back to me.

for I am and remain
the pebble in the shoe

...
I wake up every morning
to a broken dream
and a broken staff
for I was wrong to believe
I was wrong all along

It was yet another truce

On the Bridges

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The crossing of bridges.
What a painful though
for every time we cross a bridge
there is no turning back
every time we take a breath
the moment is gone.

Yet I though I could change the tide
I though I could save the ride
but life as ever takes a toll
so the lesson I draw
once and again
is that however good a swimmer I may be
the tide will always catch up with me.

But I will not give up
I'll drown swimming
I'll keep trying.
I shall fail when I die

Clouded

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Clouds have gathered overhead
as was to be expected.
Finding oneself is a hard task
for we are always growing
to be someone else
someone different.

And to do that we need to be alone
we set out on a path we say is for us alone
but it is not really true.

understanding is a luxury given to a select few
I wish I were not amongst them.

What do you say to someone who wants to break lose?
What do you do when you are the chain yourself?
Nothing.
You watch it go, fly away, to the other skies it belongs.
Hoping that maybe one day the winds will change,
and you are no longer a leaded chain.
and wish them luck and wind under their feathers.
Wishing you were the feather instead.

And then you know that time will smoothen the rough edges
and maybe ease the hurt.
But you also know that it never cures but takes away yet another part of the soul.

Memento Mori

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C'mmon lets dance
lets take a stroll and whisper to the wind
Secrets stories locked to the moment.
Silent prayers to time endless.

I've woken up to the stars
too many a time not know how to read 'em right
I've kept awake to the rising dawn
too many a night not to know
that the new day brings more doubt than reason
that sometimes fear is worse than death itself
that there is no way of keeping both at bay,
But your will to see forward
and your determination to keep pushing,
then when reason itself would have taken a toll.

Yet even these I've seen broken
not at the peak of the storm
but at the crossing of bridges.
at the making of truce.

So C'mmon lets take a ride
for it is not forbidden to dream today,
For tomorrow is not yet given to us.
for we are but pawns in our own game
for our very dream in the making
could be the end in the taking.

So c'mmon lets Run
for tomorow I shall bear no grudge
nor cast no curse
for time is an ally and a foe
in our story yet untold...

Waiting

The waiting game has started,
yet another cycle - yet another circle,
Yet another load of powder before the lead

The miles that were nothing at the beginning
are slowly adding up to the load,
and time has begun its toll...

And here I am, helpless spectator yet again.
To the game of mind over time
witt over reality.

Like like a worm on the hook, I'm watching the seconds fade away to the past,
knowledge of the impending heavy on my mind
hope of a new ending clinging to me heart.

What do we learn from the story unfolding
what do we do to change the course of things
How do we fight a retreating tide...
How do we learn from yesterday,
the lessons of tomorrow?

I have found myself the last one standing
too many a times to look forward
to be left behind picking up the pieces
Making do with a handful of unburnt powder.

Another cycle, another story, another day...