Roses Smell

Testing the air

The sun is in the sky
But I remain tired
and sleep calls
the walls seem too high
stacks of leafs
stripped from trees
creased half red
dead, the other green
screams of joy
dust rise
size the sky
try to stand
doubt to hand your hand…

Twigs around your wrists

I can't speak

like a dream, I can't open my mouth

and I am forced to watch the apple rot

green, attached to the tree

I can't save you from your misery

to be eating or to rot

to be cherished or consumed

to be loved or called the forbidden fruit

I cannot save

so I bathe

shower

to cleanse my thoughts

to be free from what I know

to just go

so that I am not the cause

here comes the worm

I close my eyes, can't look

maybe you will fall

maybe you will not rot

maybe you will not be eaten

maybe all this is entirely up to you

but my hands, I wash

hope, I must

that the twigs do no harm

and your wrists are safe

If you could

if you have the strength

to cut yourself from the tree

to remove the twigs around your wrists

Nipep

Sea sick to the water that will bring me home,

sick until the water is gone and you are my sand,
sinking to every step,
but I know you will not let the world swallow me,
and so you appear from my shadow
to be real in my dreams.

I feel the waves part from my feet 

they touch yours before saying goodbye,

and then return moments later.
They hold joy in their playfulness,
full of cheer as they tickle our feet,
like small children demanding to play.
They seem sad to always go,
but at their return you see they have aged
for each tide is another day.

Bare feet, holdings hands,

you and I, on the sand

under the moonlight were it is light as day,

your smile awaken me from my tire lid
should we roam in the playful beach?
or should we sit and admire Andromeda and Perseus?
Their reflection on the water as if hand reach away,


Do you need rescue from the tiring world?
Should I be a slayer to death in the meaning of life?
Should I preserve you from the years later to come?
Or will it be you that rescues I?







© EOU 2008

Mi Cuore

Mio cuore
Innamoratto
Quando mi dai la mano
Quando o innamor
Quando non poso caminare?
Quando te lo datto I'll mondo?
Quando non poso parlare piu?
Quando non poso dormire?
E non poso fare niente
Perche I'll mio cuore e morto
E non posso bere
Non posso mangiare
Amore
Non ti voglio chiamare
Perche mi ai lacciatto
Sono nell'aqua quando piove
Voglio bacciare con te
Voglio bacciare I'll tuo piede
Pero non posso bacciare quando caminarso

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