odd key is out of tune
the turning never ends
a big house with big windows and bigger skies still,
the glass is half empty
even half full
and the noise is killing slowly
in your face I see the fall,
where is the beauty ?
where is the pain ?
where is that life
happy,
insane,
they die one after the other
heroes of thy father,
and I lie my ear down on the strings of a sound that never spins…

I am in the wrong,
for how much long ?
out of pity
it grows
it feeds on the sadness
larger than the world that it quotes,
blue tainted hair and blue painted nails,
it scars the skin
it bleeds
and it dreams,
in between hills
where the water spills
the burning has passed with a bottle of gin
and so,
Julia dreams…

I wrote an epistle to Father,
sung my sweetest lullaby
I checked the engine for another thousand times
no thing left to one’s imagination,
life’s a crumble made with salt
spice may never alter paths sculpted on the dunes,
the oasis nowhere to be seen
but in my most futile dream, so far away…
charge your paddles up to fifty-eight
stay clear!
lazy hearts may never feel and walls are going up forever
stairways takes your steps to last and cruel judge,
I held your hands,
I tried to catch the butterfly that went away
and then the stillness comes leaving but the story to be told
and my spirit gets so old,
my heart a stone
gone,
you left me all alone,
only darkness at the dawn….