Truthful Fear
May the Lighting Strike Twice
A storm was approaching, I was trying to get a ride, I saw your flashing lights,
You could stop, and give me a ride, but you ignored this right,
Now face the might, of a force that comes from a great height,
Are you scared from the thunder, or is it the car that you crawled under,
Sometimes you have to think as fast as the moment can last,
To go and fight, the light, in the middle of the night? It would be better to hide,
Lying underneath your car, you saw a bright light, it was me with my flashlight,
I kneel and whispered, “May the lighting strike twice…”
How are you, my friend?
How are you, my friend?
Cómo estás amigo, would you help me with my journey?
Can you give me some advice, so I will do no mistakes?
I have the chance, the chance to make a step forward,
You will guide to the right path, to the things I ever wanted,
I promise I will return, and ask, cómo estás, mi amigo?
Have you ever thought about your friends as they were a tour guides in our lives? And we haven’t even noticed that at the beginning of the relationship, as the relationship goes far enough, those friends become our guides, or advisers.
Not all of our friends can give advices though, only those, that after a very long time, you call them, and they remember you as it was not so long ago.
Lately, I had some kind of a artistic crisis, I never believed that those exists, but now, when I encountered one my self, I know how to overcome them, more or less.
I Need a Man
I Need a Man
I need a man, that will take care of me,
I need a man, that will bring me joy,
I need a man, that will end my misery,
I need a man, not a honoured slave,
I need a man, not a free fall jumper,
I need a man, not a dreamer, believer, nor a redeemer.
I am confused, sometimes I feel the need to bash my head against the wall, and ask my self, what I am not, and what I am.
This one is dedicated to my only love, she is searching for a man, and I am not quite sure she found one, anymore.
I love her, and now, I love her even more.
Deadman’s Poem
Deadman’s Poem
I’ve been down so Goddamn long,
No body remembers me,
Well, I’ve been down so very damn long,
No body can see me,
This casket is so Goddamn cold,
I feel nothing,
The earth is so Goddamn dark,
I see nothing,
I’ve been burried so Goddamn long ago,
I remember nothing.
The other day, I was thinking to myself, if there was a real living deadman, sounds wierd, a living deadman, but anyway, if he was alive and could speak, what would he say? Would he feel something, remember something, woud he care if somebody has forgotten him?
The line. “I’ve been down so Goddamn long”, was taken from the song by The Doors called “Been Down So Long”, that was the start of the poem, from there I continued by my self.
