sense of humour

The gods have lost their sense of humour.
There's naught but frowns on each of their face.
Revenge growing like some grotesque tumour
Is oozing fire and brimstone all over the place.

They send down storms, lightning and thunder
And all the good souls choke on their prayers;
This whole sorry creation is torn asunder,
The Earth shudders to the core of its layers.

We've laughed at the thought of fighting the odds
And the last thing to say is I love you more
For the comfort of knowing that unlike the gods
We've kept intact our sense of humour.

skies of lead

I am one single giant bruise
From the never ending strain
Of repelling thoughts so obtuse
That they all throw at my brain.

Cleanse my eyes of shades of pain;
Erase the thoughts of our demise;
Send all remorse down the drain
So they may reflect the skies.


Tears fall down from skies of lead,
Dark and heavy as my soul.
They awake a spirit supposedly dead
And relentlessly continue to roll.

And the rain becomes me
Just when you become the skies:
Weep me over this lonely city
To clear the sadness from your eyes.

silent conclusion

To escape the loneliness
It would take some more than death:
Melting back in nothingness
Like in a bubble acid bath;
Let it dissolve all consciousness
And one by one all threads of thought,
All the ideas that have come to pass
And the empires they have wrought.
Fill my mind with emptiness
Instead of this whirlpool of illusion,
Bringing my self-celebrating mass
To a perfectly silent conclusion.

still waters

Still waters run deep.
Is there someone who dares to dive?
Eyes closed, take a leap,
Trust the waters to keep you alive.

Still waters call out.
Is there someone who’s chosen to hear?
Believe beyond all doubt,
Trust the waters in spite of your fear.

Still waters embrace.
Is there someone who’d take the chance?
Search below surface,
Trust the waters, abandoned in dance.