Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Dreams

Place of white penguins is Dreamland
Holy is the path to snowing rainbows

Hope drizzles but dream remains wet
Which pair of shoes will you wear?
Boots are for snow, sandals for sun
What if it snowed under the warm sun?
What if you could ski on the hot flames?
What if coldness and heat were solitary?

What cloths will you wear
To enjoy the miracle of life?

Monday, July 16, 2007

Dreamland

Hello my dear friend from far away
I write for you in search of a dream

Where bees fly free, ants have a home
Flies are loved and rats are cherished

Children run and laugh with the fairies
Cows and sheep chew on fresh grass

Where there are staircases in the sky
For those who wish to open the doors

Truth grows from the trees and love is
The fruit of the wonderful apple tree

Altruism

Were running down the yellow tears
From the dirty faces of innocent ones
How fair is the fairness of goodness?
How good is the goodness of fairness?

Salty streams of slavery create impressions
On the ripped clothes of hard unpaid work
Yet the news of this untailored black suit
Only impress the sensations of altruism

They would have worked for money
If it was really about the money

Friday, July 6, 2007

All I Need is Beauty

All I need is beauty, raining from my tree
All I need is serenity from the spotless sky
Home, sweet home, wait for me, I’m coming

Too much hassle, so much work and stress
All I need is peace, a piece of freedom cake
All I need is love, unconditional, crystallized

So many needs… One bigger than the other
They shall never stop. Hunting me forever

Sunday, July 1, 2007

360 Degrees

I walk pass an old wall in dangerous peace
Sitting in that creamy room in deep silence
Sparrows fly and the grass smell familiar

Three hundred and thirty degrees I turn
To find out I come from the same place
I left three hundred and thirty degrees ago

Inside or Outside?

Heart is like a turtle in its shell
Hiding inside scared of moving
Fear keeps it in, it is safe there

Life’s music not its song
Sweet words not its rhythm

Slowly comes out in silence
Solitude is its most favourite

Gently touches the surface

What is it going to be?
Inside or outside the shell?