The child behind the curtains.

Hiding behind the curtains, an effort all the wise;
the smiles ring silly, the emotions drain the insides of you.
meeting the new unpleasant faces, you wait and take you steps,
to the names that are new, a world that's just a lie away.

A wanderer's song.

The world is a goon,
everywhere, a bunch of pantaloons.
Don't look out of the window to the past,
the shadows steal your life before it could happily last.


This is the prayer of the last sons under the sun,
the grains of sand erode into the wounds of a barren soul.
under the shades of a tree, under the silver dark cloud;
soiled sands in hues of red, testimonies to the fallen's blood.

Behold, the blink of an eye;
wrapped around their own sins, all humanity cries.
Hiding from the daylight, like some poison stirred,
lost in the folds of gold and glory,
none cares about the face in the blood they drink.

Every now and then, we go on and on;
upholding a flag for the lost and the fallen.
In the name of the Kings of eden, we shell a million heads;
Its no surprise ,
humanity's freedom was the Devil's greatest prize.

Dewey view from the morning train,
I ride on through to the land of the morning rain.
Its more than a feeling, all the pain fleeing;
the sorrows stop bleeding; in life, all start believing.

Evening highways and never ending freeways,
lost in the blink of the greens and a hundred reds;
going on on a slow drive , all desires fed,
its a happy ending for a day,
on a pillow from heaven, my head finally lay.

the clock in a portrait

The clock in a portrait, still as silence;
the unwound arms stand dense.
the weary time drags on and on;
outside the frames of four, all worlds forever gone.

The Revolution Ends.

Ramblings of the mad, hides the light of the day;
all the people on the street shot for what they say.
We are going , all to die;
break the chains and burn the earth tonight.

Taking the time, for beliefs that bind,
all our friends die, for ideals none can find.
This is the last day of man , the earth floods with our blood.
in the name of freedom,
in the name of rights and a million dreams,
we run madly to the abyss, a blind walk into our doom.

Winter Light.

She's a bright blue flame in the morning sun,
i see the shadows pick up their feet and go run.
i stand and shiver, besides my river.
the leaves all yellow, a golden shade;
the little young breeze, on my cheeks they flow.

time stands still, the clock is a tune;
oh, what a day, now its noon too soon.
The morning wind singing the start of the day,
the chill flows on seamlessly till the days of may.

Superman's epithet.

Up ,up and away,
into the beyond so far away,
in the void where the stars burn the day;
humanity needs no hero everyday.

Worthless pain and a hundred faces' feign,
like tomorrow that stares with wonder, only to bring me down.
Fear clothed in smiles and praise coated disgust,
all heroes die in the shadows, killed by their own sorrows.

Floating dreams on coffee vapors,
the broken hearts still sing bleeding.

broken lines on a falling wall,
fade in the holds of a wailing time.
in the night, along the lights taking flight;
as the dawn waits to come calling, all hopes wait from fading.