Poetry of a Kind
More or Less
More or Less
Sometimes less is more, you know.
Is it there a way to know,
what is the best way to go?
Or is it more or less the same?
It it just another way ...
… another way to say you no ...
Unnatural
Unnatural
Grass looks greener on the land
There’s no spider on the web
All things flow right into hand
Mice can never get tired
Moving with your hand ahead
No Sun shines here just a LED
You don’t need to leave the bed
That’s not magic, it’s the net
Go to sleep and don’t be bad
All is Yours
All is Yours
do not ask for life nor death
live and learn to be yourself
teach others to help the rest
how to help and pass the test
do not long for others’ gains
those may only serve their ways
act and don’t ask for return
fortune pays when the dice turns
do not wait for any deed
earn just what you really need
what was once yours think again
if your fate was to regain
when the time comes just release
it simply might not meant to be yours …
ever once again
Mirror to the Soul
Mirror to the Soul
poles of the same polarity
are misled by the gravity
waiting for an eternity
- one another’s reality
Nursing the curse of the sea
Nursing the curse of the sea
an angry soul flew in the arms
of the wind of every lie
she was too dark for the Sun
to cast a bright spell on her eyes
her anger swallowed all the light
spitting curses to the night
trembling each blade of the grass
to try to steal blaze they drop out
she kicked the water in the sea
shaking deep roots of the trees
the ocean wanted more to sleep
pushed her on the shores to leave
mud grabbed her leg protecting
all the ones she planned to beat
no one even cared to see
maybe one rock heard the weeps
he saw the sad soul in the mid
but he stood still in the wind
no emotions could he live
nor a helping hand to give
next to her a fallen tree
caught sight of some good buried
a branch stretched slowly like a snail
his own last life force he passed...
... to let her live and pass
... away