Free Climbing

The art of taking risks is
only to be mastered by few
who knew all along, knew
things they had to do
and give up.

These heroes walk among us, slumbering
in a deep sleep, waiting for
the call of her voice
to blossom out of darkest silence.
Armed with a mind.

Like puppets they dance in
their dreams, their impenetrable sleep, so
weak and at God's mercy,
just waiting.

We all can, we all may
do things our own personal way.
Take the risk and you'll be rewarded
one day.
Or so they say



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You Broke A Promise, Now I'll Break You

You, you were the one
You, you were the one
The one to promise me what can't be done
The one to promise me what can't be done

Now benevolent judges pass
their dreaded thorn of justice.
As it drives through your heart, I
watch myself in a mirror
I watch myself tear you apart
I watch myself tear you apart

I am the chief
My word is belief
I am the chief
My word is belief
I am the chief
My word is belief

Your cover was blown, now you're
facing this terror and torment
all on your own
all on your own
all on your own
all. on. your. own.

You won't be helped, you
You won't be held, no.
Not this time
Not this time
Not this time



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Midsummer Medley

When distance is the closest reminder
my earphones cry in my ear
like a broken jukebox, while
I hear nothing but
another depressing song, making
me wonder when I'll get
sick of my dreams.

Away from home, yet not alone.
I tell the story of
jumping up and down, in and out
of flashbacks in the future.
I don't feel alone.
Or so it seems.

I wish you were here, could
smell taste and hear
all the same things
that happiness brings.

This song is a mess
but I gave my best
to make it loud, to
make you proud
of me.

So one day they'll see that
you and me are
meant to be
like Andy Mckee and
his guitar



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A Gipsy's Fortune Telling

A familiar face, a familiar place
is all I need, all I will ever ask for.
Just need to get away from deadweight
memories and acquaintances, unnecessary
for what I'm about to do.

My way or the highway they say,
when they see the scars, forgetting
that in fact, this was predicted by the stars.
It is meant to happen.

Endless lines, drunken away, blurred by
less important, blatant prayers. The paper's
stocked infinite layers, with each new word
the single word means less.
A poet's dreams,
what a mess.



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It's Okay

It is quiet now, the storm has
settled, pushed out of the way, so
"it's okay" I tell myself.
"It's okay"

No echo of thunder, no calming
rain drops, not even the slightest wind.
It's quiet now, all around, it all does its work
without a sound.

A place that safer could not be, though
here I am, legs twitching, fingers tapping,
eyes rushing about.
"What was that?"

An orchestra of noise comes tumbling out of the sky,
aiming for me, only for me and no one else, for
I have broken the silence.

These silences, they don't come back.
So no,
It's not okay.




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Dreams or Dreams

When clouds suppress the moon's light
as well as the sun's
then 'tis hard to belong at all.
The clouds are just so big and tall, my
eyes along with all the rest
hover about, abnormally small.

I once had a dream, a wonderful dream
about the moon, with its face and light.
It greeted me, on the moon, greeted me
like I was he, the man on the moon.
What a delight. It knew all there was
to know and so I asked, politely:
"Will you tell me how to get to California?"

But dreams are dreams and now it seems
the weather forecast won't let me see
what the moon promised me
in an after-all disappointing dream.



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Good Game

Another night accompanied by another set of feelings, memories and thoughts all mixed together in a big messy pot that I somehow manage to call my mind. I spend my nights with friends, playing board games until the birds tell us that it is time to go to bed. “Good luck in games, bad luck in love” echoes a voice in my head, as I keep losing time after time. I don’t mind losing the games, because I know that I am loved. Loved by someone whom I love, someone who has opened herself up to me and let me in on all her fears. It’s what makes me feel safe in a world equipped with every tool necessary to crush a young person’s dreams and leave behind nothing but the awful memory of imagining what could have happened. It lets me go upright even at night, lets me take my thoughts to places I wish others could see. For what it gives I’ll take it, no matter what the cost. May it be the biggest financial debt of my entire future life or the loss of friends. I’ve set my priorities, anchored them with what I write, for after all what I write feels like it’s been tattooed onto the face of my soul. Tattoos last forever, and so will these confessions.

Sometimes I feel like a romantic at loss for words to accompany my actions, no matter how small, like there is a reason for my mouth being taped by the flood of things I could say. Those are the only moments that bring me close to what I feel when I’m close to her. It’s awe-inspiring. In another way, finally using the word correctly: it’s awesome. One night I walked back home through empty roads with street lights leaving circles of light on the ground on which my feet would tap on, sending out the loudest sound present. Earphones in my ears, I look up straight ahead and see the moon shine through clouds, yet again. Something had changed, something seemed different. Its light didn’t seem blind anymore; it was piercing, dominant and whole. It was yellow. As if to mock me yet again, just this time with that damned colour yellow. I have my stories about it, my opinion and my thoughts, but those are another book to be read to my little children one day. The moon’s light has changed. I’m not quite sure what it means, but it will lead me to some conclusion some day. Things have changed in the past few days and they will continue to change; a part of me even fantasizes about the moon being responsible for it all, that it is the force that drives it all, that it is a godlike entity with control over everything. Then again, what is one moon around one single planet in a never-ending universe of countless more?