Simple Man

Typical morning...
Wake up about 10 a.m.
Shower up, brush up,
Throw on some clothes and
Get ready for the day

Time goes by quickly
And before I can notice
It's nearly 3
And the dog is aching for a walk
Grab the leash
Lock the door
And off I go

Typical stroll through the minimal green area
Planted in the heart of a grey metropoly
The dog goes about her business
And I stand and watch

Wind picks up
Clouds form about
I hurry back inside before the rain tumbles down

Elevator doors open up
And there he stands....

Not a rich woman with pounds of gold hanging from her neck
Not a working man with a tie and suitcase

But a man
A simple man
With a wooden cane, hand-made
An old leather hat, covering his balding head
A badly shaved beard, growing thick under his chest

Thick glasses, magnifying his dark, pale eyes

And he carried a bag filled with flowers
Which he said he planted in his backyeard
And every year he would visit his daughter
Hand them over and enjoy a day with her

The talk we had was brief
Since eleven floors go by quickly
But all he had to say
Was said much too well

And as the doors open, and he slowly made his way through
He looked back at me and said

"How beautiful would it be
If we lived by poetry..."

He was no messiah
Nor was he a king

He was a man...
A simple man...

Dont Worry

Dont worry
One day you'll be able to
Do all those things youve wanted
Watch all those sunsets
All those sunrises

Soon youll have the time
To get back in touch
To learn how to love
To live and live fully

But for now
Focus
Move
Learn
Correct yourself

Because now is the time
For you to become

But dont heat your head
Because you will have time
In the future

Dont worry...

Why

Why is it that
When you truly want something
There will always be negative forces
Pressing down upon you?

Or why is it that
When you truly need something
Someone
Who does not know what you experience
Rids you of your feelings
And beats you down?

Why is it that I cant dream?
Even if I dream
The most insane of dreams?

Why is it that I cant be happy
Somewhere else?
Does that rip apart your own life?
Does that shame your pride?

Why is that when I need support
My expressions change your image of me?
Have you never been through hardships?
Have you never dreamed?

So tell me
Why is that
When I need you
When I want you
You turn your back
Only to turn around again
To scold me for having dreams?

Why?

You Can Try...

Let's get something straight...

When you work towards a goal
When you sweat towards a meaning
If you spend nights upon nights sacrificing
Every minute
Directed towards one single wish
If you wake up and live under the hopes of one dream
Allow your happiness to be reserved for a set day
Regard your worries towards not making it true

Not even your own mind
Not even your own mentors
Not even your own family
Not even your own God
Will take that away from you.

Because they dont know your cravings
They dont feel your pain
Because in their world, happiness is a must
It is a necessity
Yet in your world
You fill in that gap with the hopes of
Being where you want to be
Or being who you want to be

And yes
They'll laugh at you
They'll deny you
They'll try and crush you
You and your dream
They'll misunderstand you
They'll force you into giving it up
They'll leave you
They'll forsake you
They'll disable their support

But keep that head high
Keep those eyes clean
Keep that soul light

Because you'll make it anywhere
As long as you let go of your fear
Of the dark...

Just In Case

He turns the lights off
And on
And off
And on
And off again
Before he leaves the house
Locking the door once
Twice
Three times
Four
Before he turns to leave

Skipping all the cracks on the sidewalk
Looking at the house back again
Making sure everythings in order

Clutches his car handle
Opens it once
Twice
Three times
Four
And makes his way in
And drives away

He drives nowhere, however
He has no appointment
He has no road to follow
No job to get to

He just drives
And drives
And drives

Cleans his steering wheel at every red light
Locks his door at every Stop sign
He keeps on driving

Because he hopes he'll find her
When he comes home
Yet he knows he wont
But he tries nonetheless

And now an hour has passed
Two
Three
Four

And he drives back home
No surprises
No suspicions
He gets in
And he breathes heavily

As he stares at the door
He confronts himself
His hands start to shake
His eyes widen
His heartbeat
Races
Like never before

This night
He leaves his door unlocked
He leaves his light on

Just in case


Just in case...

Innocence

Typical day in a rushed city
The black ties are off and gone to work
The traffic builds up
The patience builds down
No change from Sunday to Monday
And no change from December to January

In the midst of the races
The fast paces
The blank faces
Lies a boy in rags
Unnoticed
Uncared for
Unforgiven

The cars that swift by
Pay no mind
Pay no respect
To his existence
They simply rush on

But what calls attention
Not to the city but the innocence
Is how he feeds the men that also lie
On the streets
As the boy did

And even though the numbers increase
Day by day
By day by day
He persists
Thinking one day
He'll feed them all

And thats where it becomes clear
That it does not matter how many you save
Just that youre trying to save them....

Mind The Gap

Let it slide unnoticed

Make pretend

Make believe

Make it seize

To exist

Let it become invisible

Make it unwanted

Make it undesirable

Make it capable

To persist

Let it not dictate your days

Make it disapear

Make it die

Make it try

To insist

Let time

Be the gap between

You 

And the better you

But dont let this illusion

Blind your dreams

Think of the time left

The time you have

The time you've had

From your death bed

From your mother's lap

So mind the gap

I say

Mind the gap

Change

You never want people to change...
Yet as years go by
Maybe a few days
You're left only to wonder
Whatever happened to that person

You can dream of their oldself
Of the times you shared
Of those laughs you had
Yet those dreams will belong
To that fictional world
You so wish was concrete

But the trick
The magic of it all
Is that change is here to stay
And when you think everyone else around you
Has changed
Look upon yourself
Because so have you ...

Irony

A man walks home
Head down
Counting his footsteps
Listening to the sound
As they slap the walls

His shoulders are heavy
And his breaths are short
Yet he paces on

The rigid gloves restrict movement
But soothes the pain
Carrying in one hand
The milk
The butter
His wife asked for
And in the other
The doll for his little girl
The toy cars for his little man

He still wears the helmet
For there are too many things at hand
For him to rid his head of the weight

The rifle strapped to his back
The one he shot all day
Hoping to miss
Yet never so sure
Swings front to back

And here we see how man
Works for the better of his family
Of how he sells his soul
For the comfort and longlasting years of theirs

How he is paid to kill
To pay lifes debts...

Silence

Silence

And the tick of that clock

That hangs on my wall

Withstanding the test of 

Time

Silence

And the murmers of the talks

That paints the hall

As the hurried people stand in 

Line

Silence 

And the clic-clac of her walk

That assaults the leaves that fall

On the dirty, unforgiving ground she

Finds

Silence

That has hightened the sound

That has planted life

Then broken it down...

I Was A Rock

I was a rock

In the middle of a river

And nothing moved me

Not a hitch

Not a shiver

I was a rock

In the middle of a storm

And nothing moved me 

Not an inch

In any form

I was a rock 

In the middle of a wirlwind

And nothing moved me 

Not one bit 

And I grinned

I was a rock

Until you came 

And you moved me 

Ripped my root

My mind the same

I was a rock...

I was a rock...

Where did I go wrong...

Dont let yourself think
"Where did I go wrong?"
Because that thought
Eats away at your happiness
And it sucks away your time

Instead
Let it be as it is
Because whatever happened
Happened for a reason
For the better
For the worse

And know that the fault
Is not yours
And if it is
Dont let it consume you

Because sometimes even a misplaced ask for forgiviness
Is necessary
And appreciated

Let It Die

Sometimes
The best way
To preserve something
Is to let it die...

The same goes
For maintaining that relationship
Or at least the good memory of it

Because
You see...
Sometimes things dont
Go the way you want them to
And they naturally surprise you
And die off...

You can try to resuscitate it
Waste your breath
Sweat and bleed for its life
But to no avail

Because as much as something
Might seem like it is forever
It lasts an eternity
Until it is laid to rest

Sometimes
You have to let go
And let it die