Deian

He looks forward, past us, at his unknown goal, At an uncertainty, with the possibility of another world. It looks beyond, what we all see, what existence has really to show As it admires life, the way we all wish we could be, and know. I passes, the mountains, plains and seas, It goes beyond planets, stars beyond all our dreams, It knows only one thing, and that thing alone. It makes the need to know, more important than a home. It give certainty of the next step, It makes sweeter, the days he has left. It gives him a purpose, higher than yours or mine. It makes him see, while we are blind. I wish I knew this bliss of his, But I am sadly no

Look up. The moon is full, So like it, I watch, with face all dull. Standing there, asking why, Staring up at the moonlit sky, knowing not, why, again, alone I am, Standing here, a great, gasping old man. Life was so, long, not at all beautiful, That I know now, how then I was everything but pitiful…. I am. Looking down, my mind, by intrigue  is ruled, Paranoia, again, kicking at me as a mule. I see the soil, The one, on which, I never even bothered to toil. But then, the one which, Gave me so much, for naught. Here I stand, smiling still, bland, ..with watery eyes, and tightly clenched hand. I dare not, hope to want, What I

Summer rain, Like water grains Wash away all that remained Soothing smell, makes my heart swell, gives the impression that all is well. Through my windows, a wind lightly blows, life’s not bad as I suppose. Try reading in silence. About news, culture and violence, but to my thoughts it is not even a hindrance. Though I am, quiet like a sleeping lamb, my soul is complaining, not giving a damn. But as I think, The silence seems to shrink, Logical thought trying to find a link. Restless I’ll be, If I think of thee, But I cannot, for then I would give up being free. But how can I? be calm, and try, but help to think of you and

Before the storm, I am left only with scorn, But for now the anger has passed, Though, I feel lost and forlorn, This night, I am here, lonely alas. Sitting on the window, watching the rain, Thinking of someone, my memory I strain, For her image from my mind is fading, I miss so much; maybe I need to stop waiting. After the storm, I am left without scorn, But now the anger a foothold gains, I still am, lost and forlorn, As I think … my loneliness remains

That’s what I am, when I close my eyes Feeling it at once, without many tries, As I think, she is there, and kissing me now, Alive I feel, and she will not let me down…

Old friends go, leave you alone, Lovers hurt you, cut right to the bone, Good times pass, and leave only pain, But thinking of them, means they are not down the drain.

Born from pain, it says you are alive, It tells you to go one, to fight and strive It can cripple you, and not let you act, But it tells you, you are alive, and that is a fact….