big blocks of gray

big blocks of gray
i guess you could see it that way
and i wonder what or why
or which way
i figure it could be a maze
just for our amusement
to walk inbetween the blocks
and stand beside the short ones
and be able to see your way
and stand beside the tall ones
and lose direction maybe
if you are me
and you lose your direction easily
nothing is to be found..
there is no start and end
there is no right or wrong way
just a bunch of blocks
and you can define your own way..
i had to slow down
to make sure i don't bump into others
but i still did
and it's easy to lose sight
of one another..
and when you get tired
you just sit on one
or on the ground
and rest your back on one
and look at the sun
shining through the alleys
inbetween the blocks
and wonder what the creator of this set
was thinking
if there was a thinking
behind this
or you don't wonder
you just enjoy walking around
and inbetween
and over and above
and then you leave.

i will wear my spirits high

alone..with you
i will wear my spirits high
i know i will stumble
i know we will crack
but as long as you've got my back
and i've got yours
we could tear the heavy air
we could carve away the scare
we could build the little nest
and try to enjoy the rest..

i see the broken glass
on the streets that we will pass
i see the fallen trees
i see the wounded knees
but i know that it will pass
and you know that it will pass

the street lights will outshine
the beauty of the lonely shrine
and the fog on the horizon will clear

the river is calm

days lose their given meaning
they lose their requirements
for where they have to be
and what they have to get done
they become
as free as days could be
as i learn to appreciate
each piece of each one
again
as i look up
each and every single word
that i used to know
as i create a new vocabulary
as i search for a new home
as i look into my map
to find myself..

i find myself in narrow alleys
in dressed alleys
in furnished alleys
in hidden alleys
in curvy alleys
in little-pieces-of-stone-floor alleys
beside aged walls
colorful doors and
holes-in-the-skin walls

some remind me
of images
i have maybe seen
in my childhood
in another city
in another light
or maybe the same light

maybe we see
what we want to see
maybe we carry
some images around
and replace some parts
of some streets
of some days
with pieces of our own mind

..i come back to the street
the real street
with the real name
i wait for the light
i cross the street
and i walk past the river
and the river is calm
the river is always calm..

i dreamt of another world

you are right
i will have to rely
on my illusions
and will have to forget
to worry about time
and being ontime
and i have to imagine..

i dreamt of another world
and that world came to be
i lived in my wooden boat
but i have come to see
that when the sea
becomes a calm blue
i have to dive into the water
and try to hold my breath
for a while..

i'm not waiting anymore

I'm not waiting anymore..
it is beginning to sink in

rather have the wind in my face
than on my back
to keep my hair
from blocking the way

so much has changed
it's good to hear your familiar voice
..with twilight as my guide..

please remember me

i'll enjoy every sip
..please remember me
my soul is thirsty
i need the energy
i need the curiousity
to stand beside me
to guide me
..please remember me
i got lost again
today
in the rain
maybe i needed to
my skin is thirsty
i dreamt of the rain
and the alley
..please remember me
i shake my head
and my thoughts spread
and hit the table
and hit the floor

the night comes slowly
the night is late
and i have been waiting
by the window
my glass is thirsty
..please
remember me

at home

you will feel at home
sounds, words and images
will become familiar
and you will take comfort
in knowing
that your mind
will find the strength
to be free

you will enjoy
the differences
and you will become
another version
of yourself

you will speak
and your words
will be understood

you will sleep
and will awake
and will emerge
as something new

i capture a few

i can't take it all in
but i take moments
and capture a few
and i move through
and i leave ounces of curiousity
along the way..

but i still get lost
in this beautiful big city
of new
hopes and dreams

relief

you tell me
and i don't remember
but now that you have told me
i create a memory
and i am sure
that it is different
from reality
it always is
each one

i flirt with the idea
like an abstract painting
of what could have been

and i get my groove on
and my headphones
and i pass a cloud or two
and i float in this neverending of blue
blue sky

and i sometimes can't

i wait
for the second to come
to see
how things would change color
or not
or how and what and who i will
be thinking of
i wait
for the second to come
and that's all i have been doing
waiting
and waiting
and waiting

and i see a big big fog
and i see a very clear day
and i have to see things
for what they are worth
and i sometimes can't

and the horizon has to clear
and it hasn't
and it all matters on what
would be a world
that would exist without me
and to realize that world exists
without you and how limited you are
to just what you see and what you know

to imagine
what things could change and how
and howwourds couldfall uponecahother
and create biggerwords
and longerworts
and and i have to give weight
to what in another world could matter
and live
inside that world