Meaningless Blessed Suicide

This is my battle

My own inner battle

Where I know I cannot survive

But firmly I stand with weapon high

Fire in my eyes

No mercy

No tears

No fear

Sound of thunder of my sword and shield

Why do we go through those battles?

I cannot answer

And I will not

This is my battle

Where I will die

But I will fight it all through

Their arrows shower the skies with flames

Replacing the stars

I gaze at this mesmerizing view

Can there be anything more beautiful than this?

They come down at me

Here I will die

When my hand loses strength

When my eyes will roll

When this meaningless human fight fades away

But look into my eyes

If you see them in the battlefield

Know … that you’re dead

Lost Dragon

Brushing the walls

Following the scents

Why is it that books lie

Their promises of other lands

are onion tears

unreal

My eyes betray me

My ears as well

My mind stays honest

Sharing with me imagination

Let the master of puppets go wild

Let the games begin

Lost faith, lost meaning

Waiting for a feeling

Waiting for a real unreal

The ship escapes its homeland

Searching for something else

Searches until the winds keep blowing

But it feels it no more

Until it sinks

And so,

The dragonrider cannot find his dragon

The mage carries a stick with no magical powers

The righteous knight finds no evil goblins and ogres to battle

Scary rooms find no ghosts to project

Prophets find no gods to guide them

The damned sailor

reaches the end

digging through the layers

but he only finds

fake onion tears

Dog’s Sight

“Tell me what’s wrong,

I know there is something,

tell me what is bothering you?”

How many times have I heard this lately,

even though I reflect life.

“Nothing is wrong, I’m just bored, Fofo.”

I’d tell my mom.

Indeed nothing is wrong,

yet nothing is right as well.

I’m not depressed, I’m not high on life either.

I make fun of everything, everything seems meaningless.

Detached myself from the rest of the world,

looking at it from a closed window,

watching everything move, hearing far sounds,

waiting for curtains to close?

I was a seeker of truth once,

but now I am a searcher for new toys,

bored of it all, bored of the old ones.

Meaningless clouds shadowing my eyes.

Adventuring the world with my backpack,

trying to reach something,

something else.

And humans can never grasp what is beyond their senses.

At least that is what I know.

Only escape is imagination,

or a deadly strike.

Dogs see black and white...

From Their Up to My Down

Come to me, dear snake

Come, hiss in my ear

And infect me with humans’ sins

Bring me an apple as a gift

If its red and desirable

I will bite it, yes, I will swallow it whole

And I will be brought down from their paradise

And go down to my mortal world

And I will not feel bad

Because I lost not myself

I stayed true and honest .

One Invites the Many

I was one

Until I opened my eyes

When they came too

Into my life

All the ones

That made me love them

And hate them

And feel neutral towards them

They are a part of what I am

A part of who I will always be

As long as my mind holds them still

And maybe also after it goes insane

They are weird and some are not

To standards, standards, of course

Some are tall, some are short,

Rich, poor, dark, light,

Boring and a few are fun …

I will die for a part of them

And I will kill a larger part

They are people

They are what they are

I was one

But now are many

Creator Becomes Insane! Oh, Dear

Mind is heavy

What is real and what is not?!

How should I know what should exist?!

Give me some laws and tools to diagnose the diseases!

Tunnels of my mind, holds illusion and realities,

Shadows and experiments!

The voices!

They are strong, yet my mind is stronger

But what shall happen when my mind casts them

And wants to!

How can the creator stop itself

Of its greatest desires?!

What shall the creation do

When its creator

Loses sanity?!

Come my sweet Dragons

Let us ride, and shower the world with dancing flames!

Disgusting goblins of sticky green

Get away, just get away!

Ghosts, haunt me down if you can

I shall be prepared!

And all you other creatures in the dark!

I see you hiding, smiling, waiting!

And they go wild!

Mind is heavy

Thrillingly waiting …

Statue to My Memory?

When I’m gone

Sing to my memory

Tell my story with tears

Build the library of my life

Mention my name in times of joy

Ah, all the things I want to be built in my memorial

The big, great and marvelous statue

With my name and features on it

But then again

What does it matter

I would be

Already Gone