un

Icicle crown, it will deflect the sun
Sit and wait for the moon to unrise.
It unfound me, so it can be tears unrun
If it wants to unlook through my eyes.

Now Is The Time

If there be courage, let it be seen.
If there be free thinking, let it be heard.
I fight because I believe.
I take the risks, and take the blows for it.

And I shall apologize to no one for it.

Now is the time to show my strength, if ever I can say that I am true to myself.

AVO 'OSTO! BERTHO!

Revolution (For Heather)

The Mozarts of the world are mostly blind to their own genius,
Arrhythmic pulses of creation lost,
With eyes of little children fettered,
And evanescent footprints on lines never crossed.
And when they die, they know their worth at last:
Deserted fragments of the most desired revolution
That will never come to pass.

Come On You Raver, You Seer Of Visions

To stand your ground when burning flames grow higher,
To dare to run and jump over the fire,
To rage at wrongs when others fear the cost,
To walk on steadfast when they claim you're lost,
To hold your head up high when they abuse you,
To speak out when they silence and refuse you,
To claim your path and never toe the line,
To be a diamond, sharp and hard: to shine.


(Pink to the Floyd: Roger Waters, I salute you)

Easy (Written in 1995)

I am my child
I gave birth to me
I have ears, and eyes, and
So many feet

I am my own creation
A turtle
Carrying my own time
On my back

Listening to these
Colorful moments alone
Giving meaning
To these powerful, blank sounds

Being whole, or
Holy
Making up for divine loses
All by myself

Are You Feelling Better

Two or three days before a period, body going crazy. Hot flashes, bad dreams, irritation, nerves, bloated body, headaches, dizziness, heaviness. Pure beauty.

Last night at my mother's, she looked at me and said, again - "You know, you really have lost weight!" - This is meant to be a good thing. Probably is, but I just gave her a faint smile and nothing more.

Still struggling to get back to full capacity. Looks very far away from me at the moment.

The Trial

Staggering through wreckage, played and plagued by your own lust,
Serving as your own accuser, breaching your own trust
There must be a penalty for pleasure so immense,
As you draw from staring at the face of innocence.

Dared to gaze upon your person, dared to track your curves,
Dared to use your iridescent glow to heal my nerves
Dared to burn my sorrows on the alter of your smile
Hounded down, subdued and captured: lead me to the trial.