After sleepless nights of wandering
The liegemen’s blood is full of revenge
At the sight of the lake they stood stunning
Looking down from the high cliff edge

Ensnared in a whirlwind of life
Trampled on by human law
Dragged reluctantly through time
Fighting the seas of education
Pushing the wall of morality
Tasting the exotics of love

It’s hard to explain
The feeling of sadness
Of feeling down and depressed
It just creeps up on you one day
Like a virus with no apparent source
And there you are, not knowing what to do

If only I can close my eyes and sleep
For that would be the only time
That things go my way
For if it were my way I would not take the bus
Nor a train, car, or plane to Alamein
But I would sprout wings or defy gravity
I would glide over the land, far, far above
I would see the desert with patches of green
Dark roads like snakes striking whichever way
On and on past Alamein

Like water dripping out of a faucet
The desert rain clears the dusty sky
Like water thrown in the air
The European rain reduces your sight

I tilt my head right
What a beautiful scene!
The oak and the pine in full greenery
The tall grass with crickets jumping
The bees buzzing to each daffodil
A squirrel hopping up a pine tree
An eagle watching intently
The mountain looming behind this scene
Its peaks sprinkled white like icing
A movement below

It is small and tattered
It used to be white but it's gray
Its shape was a bunny
Now it's a three-legged... thing
Have you seen him?
Have you seen my Doctor Pinkle?

Oh lord, please show thy mercy!
It ‘s not in me to lay rest another
These are hard winters
Can thy not see?

I cannot compare you
To a scenic summers day
Or a beauteous rose in full bloom
Neither to a picturesque winters day
Or a colorful sunset upon a lagoon

I am trapped
My soul cannot move
I am in this body
Until my body dissolves of old

I am trapped
In my family tree
My parents and siblings,
Stay attached to me

I am scared to be alone
I’m afraid of that cold feeling
I’m down right frightened of the future
I see loneliness beckoning me
Its evil smile leering
What am I to do?

one day the world will end
The human race will vanish
the building will erode
the streets will crack
yet nature will unfold

Canary Islands,
Zanzibar,
Dutch Antilles,
Carribean,
New Zealand,
Hawaii,
Philippines and....
Well......
The rest....

A plane, overhead,
A constant roar
A train, gliding along its path
Mapped out, forever in mans grasp
A car, its horn blaring
A cacophony of sound bouncing off the buildings

Silent they lay
Petterson, Mckay, Robbinson, London,
As grave stones tell their rank and age
They march on
Stone after stone for hundreds of meters
Some put together, some unidentified