Cold night

So cold outside
Freezing and shaking the bones
Trying to get to a warm place to hide

Empty streets with wet curbs
Shivering people with runny nose
Walking hastly down the street
Searching for the flame that will warm their feet

There he was walking too
Wearing light cloths and freezing to death
He doesn't have no where to go

Feeling colder than the others
For he has nothing to warm his heart
Empty soul with no sisters or brothers

Walking down the wet cold street...
Pretending it's the cold weather that makes him in need

In the moonlight on a full moon night

I looked at the moon
shining brightly in full.
I hoped you were here
and gazing at the moon with me.

But you were not here
and not any place near.
I talked to the moon and asked
if you were gazing too.

The moon with all its brightness
couldn't tell me an answer.
You were not here
but I wished you were.

I imagined your face
looking at me in tenderness.
As I began talking to you
I heard a reply.

I was startled and opened my eyes to see the real you
and when I looked into the face of the one who replied...
I didn't see your face in his.

So I took my eyes off his face
and gazed again into the full moon...
in that full moon night.

Oh you shiny moon
if you get a glimpse of him looking at you
please tell me where he is
and why can't he be with me
looking at you!

Painful

As you walked near by, you missed something.
You did not see the tear.
The tear that ran down my eyes.
You missed looking into my eyes,
or did you miss it on intention?
This tear was useless if you didn't see it.
That tear was so precious, so true.
You just couldn't see it.

You just walked away.
As a stranger, you gave me a quick, meaningless look.
Then you went away.
How could you not see my tear?
How could you pass over those tears,
when you have been the cause of them...

Fearing the fire

Can't get closer
Can't move nearer

Fire can start and nothing will put it off
One small step at a time, then it will take off

Truth is clear and facts are done
But the heat has just begun

Can't get closer but can't return
Wishing so much but wishes are fun

Standing at a distance from what's bright
Any step closer will show no bright

The sparkle will go
And troubles will show

Being in no need for the playing & crying
Such dangerous roads should not be trodden

Turn around before you get stuck
Step back and hide before you get struck

By the bad side of it
Don't let yourself be deceived by it

Can't get closer
Can't move nearer

Because the fire that's gonna start
Can and will tear your life apart

20th Dec. 2000

As blue as it gets

We walk down the road of life,
not knowing what lays ahead of us.
And along the road we carry our blues,
not knowing how get rid of them.
They pile up and fill our eyes.
We drown under the pile.
Stretch out hand pleading for help,
but not always there is someone to answer.
Then we taste the bitterness.
And for the astonishment that it brings,
we love the bitter taste of blues.
We pull back our hand underneath the pile.
Then walk as slow as we can carrying our heap.
We walk but losing vision of the road.
Do we still care?
Walk and see,
and as blue as it gets,
you will learn how to turn bitter to sweet.

Blues vagabond

You there, wondering aimlessly.
Your blues on your shoulders ache.
Come for you might find the spot.
The spot to put your weight down.

I won't promise you to take your blues away.
Just stay.
For you have been a vagabond for so long.
And your blues are too heavey to carry along.