28th August '08

It roars
It hits
It jumps, runs
with all the force And then the white
white of froth
white of ourity
yes, the water gushes
a stream
a dream
a requiem?


Yes it hung out low
too low
to reach the stars
the white
the gushing streams' light
It was all it could go
and all the way he had
the stream, screams
plight, roar
WANT


I hear people talking
talking, discussing.
thoughts, opinions, craziness.
I see them create memories
click and click and click.
are they living it?

Let's live the creation
In the moment be
be and be and be
please
in the moment be.
by the rivulet
just be.
let your hair down
and be.


I want to stay
To stay in the moment
and not astray.

Why is it?
Now that I'm here,
I'm here and my thoughts run away.

Why are you running?
I ask
still running

I never get the answer.
What's the secret
to stay?
I wonder.


The stream runs about
storming, roaring, forcefully.
what rage?
what passion?
what was it?
that pierced so hard?
that it leaked so?

The stream runs about
not being able to contain itself
furiously, in craze
as fast as it can
to reach the goal, the stars,
the peace.
NIRVANA!

The stream runs about
inside my head
Through the forest
for teh wild
to my heart


Lemme write
It's the ink, not me
It's like the floodgates,
I can't stop.

I'm in the moment
just there,
be with me
just bear.

The smile's here
the light's left
just about then
I'm ready to shine.

Glow with the white
Sway with the green
Love with the red
Write with ink.


The crowd's crowding
It'll be time soon
I'll have to get out of myself
And move with the move

The voices are back.
I could not fade them away.
My life is not only mine,
I could never live my way.

If I could
I'd morph
into a butterfly in spring
a leaf in the rain
sunshine in winter
and a raven in autumn

I'd be a gypsy
a magician
with powers I wouldn't use
I'd be a poet
a lunatic
which I am
if not more.