Innocence

Give me back my innocence,
help me to forget the deeds, memories and broken wings
and all the years I’ve wasted running from the real things,
give me back my childhood years with all the mysteries it had,
and the dreamless sleep at night in the summer of my life
put it back to where it were long before the night had fallen,
long before the God was gone,
give me back the youth I’ve much despised
with all the boring afternoons, far from civilization…

Give me back to my old self without the teachings of the men,
without the dead, the sins, betrayal and the crushing pain,
take me back to days when fantasies were in the books you’ve read
and rebellion was thought to be running to the hills with others,
long into the past that’s gone before the dog was caught and slayed –
give me mercy for the present and a chance to build a future
without fire, without murder and the horrors I have witnessed,
give me back the cold cathedral and the kneeling to repent…

Give me back my heart untouched with all the love and caring,
give me back to when I still had a chance of happiness
and the infinite stargazing and the nights that never end
and the twisted years of magic with the thrills of the unknown,
higher power of the essence guide once more my shaking steps
to the day before today other than my yesterday…

Ghost-town

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I am wondering in the darkest of nights
where my steps seek the ground before their way down,
there is no soul in the streets and cardboard boxes block all exits,
it is so dark the voice can not pass and I may as well close both my eyes…

The smell of skin I feel it’s unfamiliar, fogy and synthetic,
a hand grabs my leg and I stumble to find my path,
it hurts from the skin and goes to the bones
it’s a song but all I can tell apart are people who scream,
and in the absence of the sun the world doesn’t cool down
so I melt into the cement and finally found a way out…

Where is the white horse that brought me here?
I can see the saddle on a pile of skulls,
might as well take a Harley to next town,
soldier of fortune going through hell and fire
does this make me feel or is it still a nightmare?

Journal

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Do I live in the world or does the world resides inside me,
flickers of joy,
questions and figments of times I have lived are passing me by,
memories of reading a book on the shore,
the drugs that I had in the dark,
the face that could light up any spark,
one, two, the past is visiting me
let it forever be,
my eyes still seek the end and the eternity
for what I have seen I can not forget,
don’t pour sugar on my dreams
don’t put salt on my wings,
I am an Icarus that fell somehow
that sow its wings and took the long way to the sun;

Bless me father for I have sinned,
in my shadow I shall find the resolution
can you see beyond?
can you smell the speed of sound with your hands frozen,
love is in the heart of Eve
and I am here where I am not,
no ring shall fall as there is no hand
slow the pace,
I long for days to clear the yesterday
far and far away…