Devils-The coffin carriers!

This poem is inspired by 'Devils-The coffin carriers'

The devil in me has risen again,
From the wrecked insides of me
Like a cry deep into the woods
And I follow the pied piper
Into my own misery and pain!

The unborn, darling baby
Killed a million times in the head
Raped and consumed
Dreams buried, conscience dead.
And I can still look into
The eyes of the mother I violated
And ask her for a baby boy.

I still get up every morning
Reach the road of that night
Where the lady I devoured
Walks no more a virgin
Like a Dracula, I
Sucked her dry, and left her
Only with unattended cries

There is still hope of love
A mud-man will rise
A new dawn will bloom
And till every night screams loud
We will not sleep still
The dreams of horror and rage
Will be left behind
A new dawn will shine.

Germs of Life

I wish I could kiss the sun
Brighten up my life and that of my dog
My faithful dog who walks with me
Every morning and when I come back home.

All dusty roads and misty eyes
Surprise, unfortunate surprise
A lady with respect
And a man in disguise
And I walk my dog
Every morning and when I come back home.

A young boy and his bike
A little girl and her doll's veil
My dog barks, I hush him
Don't shout my dear dog
We're both safe
In the arms of these dusty lanes.

The Germs of Life, my entrapment
The enchanting new rhyme
Filled with muddy waters from the pond
All along in my veins and blood
Like my dog, the sun, hope and shame.

Father and Son

"You will still be young tomorrow, but your dreams may not"

Father and Son by Cat Stevens is an amazing song. Cat Stevens is an amazing person. The song is an experience, so much more than anything else I've heard before.

Mama, I'm coming home now.

Mama, I'm coming home now.
The clouds are not so thick
The wind only a breeze
I can ride my way back
Away from the maddening crowd.

The stupid rhyme is coming back
But its not too stupid now
Will need to dust the old guitars
And soon the rusty music will flow
I'll ride the notes, ride the flow.

Your baby will be back mama,
Back in your loving arms
Back to the yard of innocence
Smiles, mischief and the sparkling eyes.

The growing up cost me a lot
I lost love and gained wrinkles
I found sex and lost the friends
Learnt salsa and forgot to dance
New words but no poems.

I'll write a new poem again,
I'll smile and laugh and cry
Value the mind not worship the body
Feed my soul and have less wine.
I'm coming home tonight.

All bright things will again shine,
A hope, a reason and child's fingers
A mother's hands wrapped around.
Eyes with respect for the future
Hands with a strength to build.

The familiar trees and bushes
The chirping heard in the past,
I'll return to everything
The water, sunny afternoons,
A thorny lemon tree and the scars.

I have fucked up myself

Open the window and jump outta it!
Jump, jump, jump outta it!
Now!

Sink in the ground below,
Skull smashed, limbs scattered
Eyes somewhere in the gutter,
Waiting to be sucked into the manhole.

Lie there fucked up for a million thousand years,
And then look back up at sky!
The birds, the vultures, the nasty beaks of desire!
The dry air and the damp mist of my blood.

Second after every fucking second,
The sun burns me down,
Digs deep into my skin and burns holes into my heart,
I laugh at it!

I laugh at it,
I laugh at it even more!
I laugh till every single strand of my lungs pains,
Then I stop and breathe the air in!

The hope I can never give up ...

My hope is the love,
That hides in the corner of my heart,
The love for me and you
And other 'things' I see,
People who need a hug,
Sinners who need embrace!

I want to wake up to that hope,
Someday, I want things to be better.
Smiles on the faces,
Faces that travel and laugh with me.
I wish I saw smiles, not laughter,
Just smiles and a joy to be.

And to those who are away,
Far in the deserts and mountains,
Struggling for the next breath,
Fighting for their faith.
The faith that gives hope,
The hope that gives reason;
I just want to pass a hug,
To give them courage,
Courage to be patient and brave.

The millions who are discriminated,
On various colours and orientations,
The peace that evades the lands they walk,
The waters that are red, once pure,
The smiles behind broken lips,
Those smiles once broke for their brothers' jokes.
Silenced by clerics shameless and insensitive,
Much like that kiss from the whore.
Just pass on the hope to those darlings.

My love was seen dying on a street,
But my hope survives in a heart,
This is the heart which killed another man,
Just a few days ago on the same street.
But he hopes to go back home,
Find his daughter and wife,
Make love and give birth to a future.
This future, a little kid,
Though still in my head,
Is the hope I will continue to love!

Kiss you while you're there!

I will grow old and die
And die I will one day
But today I’m alive
I’m alive and I’ll live!

The searching eyes of the crowd
And your stare that follows me
Pricks my heart till it bleeds
You know I can’t kiss you
I’m alive but I don’t live!

Sleeping in my heart
The memories of the night
Fresh like your whisper in my ear
The pain that I love
And the pain that love is!

One last night I’ll sleep alone
One last time I’ll cry
‘Cuz tomorrow we’ll meet again
You’ll smile and I’ll shy
I will become your crowd again!

I want to fix this bug
That life throws at me now
I want to live while I’m still alive
Kiss while you’re still around
I will just kill myself today
I’ll sleep and wake up happy!