For Jaan...
Too good to be true
Source of my imagination
Inspirations ever flowing
The point of origin
For all my creations
The wick for my burning flame.
Salt of the earth
You, who are the one and only.
I may have missed the past thirty years
But I will not miss the next thirty million eons
Encouragement ever withstanding
Ever so mystical... lyrical
Yet, ever so real
Stuff of my dreams
Embodiment in one being
You, too good to be true.
NYC
Nostalgia
Longing to be within
Yearning for the sights, smells and sounds
Of a city –
Like a lover it waits
Distant,
Half the world away
And it ever presents itself
So cruely
In movies
And songs
And conversations
Reminding you
Every turn you take
Accidental glimpses
It is a character
A force to be reckoned with
Slient
Yet,
As deadly as a jealous lover
Ever so possessing
Taking hold of the heart
Engulfing,
Injecting persuasion
The art of temptation.
Fallen ashes
All the ashes falling out of the tray
It’s like rewinding of the day
The stub of the cigarette still emits smoke
Though it has been crushed in a brutal way
The ashes fall out of the tray
While the sun still shines make hay
Dance to the music and let the body sway
They’re playing your song so shut your eyes
Hold me tight
And just stay
With Heineken in hand
A cigarette in the other
Let all imagination fly
The stuff that was imprisoned for so long
So many hours.
Music pours our like rain
Lets get wet
Forever and again
The crowd fades away
And you still remain
But I still look for you
The height of our days
The ash fell out of the tray
I remember the first time you went away
Even though you leave everyday
I searched for that love in your eyes
The drowsy drunkenness
The illusion of heaven
You next to me,
In front of me
Infatuation into reality
Finally I had found you
My oasis in the desert.
You quenched all my longing and thirst.
Epochs have passed in a second
Words have been spoken in silence
The pin drops
The music stops
A new moment
A new song
But we -- you and I
The same old refrain
A moment of the noise of the crowd
Yet you are there
And the silence of you is louder
Than anything else.
You, ruler of my world
You, conqueror of my heart
You, the light and the dark
You, the song of a lark
You, the key to my secrets
You the ash in an empty tray
And that is me
The ash will fall in the tray
Lighting the butt of the cigarette
Ordering another beer
Mistakes keep happening
Retake after retakes
Light, camera, action
You direct me
And surprise I don’t need to act
I’m real ’cause you are my truth.
Fallen ashes on the bar
Me thinking of you
Wishing,
Just wishing you were here.
Wishing you’d spend every moment with me
Jealous of the elements
How unfair the universe is.
You’re not there
And still you’re here.
Missing you like crazy
Wish you were near!
You’re still my ash,
And I your burning tray.
(Written in Some Place Else – with Zyed)
Theory of Relativity
Old songs new faces
Reality of time
The changing climate
What is hidden,
Kept unanalyzed
Swallowed whole – the best method of mass media consumption –
Severed connections –
Dreams of unproportionate abstractions
Afflicting the afflicted –
over and over,
again and again,
you’d expect the same results
Then,
One twist,
One turn changes all –
A different singularity
Parallel universes.
