Illusion

I haven’t seen this man

for two years and counting

damn

what counting? the blessing? the stressing?

or the kissing?

he's the only one missing
in war
and hissing

only found in dreams I dream

only not missing in dreams I dream

the soldier

my heart's holder

who sat me on fire
who’s got the power

I slept to the thought of war

I slept to the thought of him with a scar

and what’s more

I woke up to a real sound of an ambulance nearby
predating, anticipating, waiting...

could I contact him? not at all

who said I was hallucinating?

it was all real

all this was real

the man

the war

the car

the scar

all this was a dream
and real

Innocence Lost

yawn

till dawn

innocence gone

in polite nights of beauty and charm

there was once a world

of a sweetheart 

a bit smart

like art

in new evil nights of sensuality and harm

there's a new world

ready to be born

to be scorned

 to be drawn

swoon

till noon

innocence strewn 

in a non-eternal world

full of fear, drought and doubt

nostalgia is brought for the old life

for the beautiful nights, for the charming, polite nights

lust

till dusk

innocence lost

Oh Mama!

Gently quiet and breathtakingly unaware of who's here and who's there
Summertime madness it is, making her wish for a better future and brighter today
Murmuring her blues into an ocean of positively negative proportions

Honey she named her daughter, what can you say

Every time you look into her eyes you see it; the happiness, the emotions, the long narrative

Tell her with me

Tell her to be here, there, and everywhere
Tell her to allow life to fly within herself
Tell her to let love bloom, to spring back and to forget what's been told and untold
and promise her some more honey