- About My Temper and the Ship as a Metaphor
I’d rather be the ship that sails
And ride the billows wild and free;
Than be the ship that always failed
To leave its port and go to sea.
I’d rather feel the sting of strife,
Where gales are born and tempests roar;
Than settle down to useless life
And rot in drydock on the shore.
- Distance
When you're far away
I'm like paralyzed
I can stand, whisper, smile. But this is only a mask
When you're far away
I'm like in a coma
I can walk, talk and giggle, but it's just a hoax
When you're far away
I'm almost dead
- Gwen Stacy
Liquor will hide my secrets
I sunk my memories of you
They are like arrows wounding heart
And I really deserved it all
The lights go out.
Unbearably grey landscape
Whether to blame myself for this mistake or try to forget
You
- Happy Days
we were riding the bikes
along the golden wheat field
bright red harvesters were gathering the grain
my hair waved in the wind
the wheels were spinning faster and faster
we raced the bikes
faster and faster
- Long Way to Us
I'm walking to meet you,
But the legs get tired very quickly.
I start to run to overcome fatigue
Breaking my legs into the blood sickly.
Suddenly, I resort to the sea,
This is forcing me to stop running..
No time for doubt!
And I ran into the seething water,
- Restless
As I write this letter, the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin. The very ocean is soon to be my grave. They tell me I will die a hero, that the safety and honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice. I pray they are right.
My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home. I wish I were holding your hand. I wish I were telling you that I have loved you and only you since I was a boy. But I am not. I see now that death is easy. It is love that is hard. As my plane dives, I will not see the face of my enemies. I will only, instead, see your eyes. Like black rocks frozen in rain water. They tell us that we must scream, “Banzai” as we plunge into our target. I will instead whisper your name and in death, as in life, I will remain forever yours.
- Rothko's Black No. 8
Day by day you wake up between the pressing walls
Next to a man...The naked man you have never loved
You run as fast as a fox that is scared
Of the hunters who want to pill it's fur
You are lost in the window lights
In the labyrinths of the identical houses
Dogs are barking.They get closer (Dogs are barking)
Walking down the streets where you grew up
- Tempora Mutantur
Time stabs progress dagger
Under our ribs without remorse
As well as human fillings hide
Under thickness of history dust
Time is changing transforming us
In to heartless machines
From the very cradle we are brought up
Like a guard dogs
- The Places Where I've Never Been
I miss the places where I've never been,
the streets, where those wander,
who don't understand my language;
the picture landscapes from the books,
the odors of the stalls which I do not know
and the parks with old trees,
where someone is feeding the birds.
I'm afraid no one understands me,