There are times
when the sun just stops
the black spots grow brighter
among the violet drops

The Soap Opera

The grey skies bequesth
moountains of snow will fret
this makes no sense
for those who live in pretense
the life is not but seen
across the river green
while we waste the midnight lamp
the world will carry on and stamp
have you heard the new sound
that has got all around
the life is all but renewed
world of fire all but rue
what have we done to change the path
what was begun as another ward
whoever thought the night would be so black
the furture never seemed so slack
whoever would understand the creature of stealth
which has been stripped of all its wealth

Angel

Across the blue waters
Under the scarred seas
There along the coast
Where there never was the breeze
The saturn rings that surrounded
And Some on once sang
The the woods fills his sense
Along the grasshoppers that never ran
where have the dew drops gone
Who ever set the black bird free
The white feathers have dropped
beneath the swallows feet
That moment at the inn
where the two sparrows did sit
Whoever thought the plot was twisted
Who ever gave a ear
Sing on little ones
The night is still young they said
Leave not what is spent
Leave not of fear
The halo still would spread
Along the golden teresses
This one is for you pretty angel
This is how i felt after you left

From The Boy

Why Like That

Just because they said so, well that is what one would think . Because that is that and can not be anything but that. . . that does it do i hear you say? Well then that it shall be, but if it was that then would not this be ridiculed by the fact that that is not this but it is this that was that??