Flat on my back in the cool grass
I look up to the darkening sky
A picture perfect you can’t surpass
It lets me think and wonder why

The stars are always alluring
And before the night nears its end
It gives me a feel of reassuring
A sense of peace and to comprehend

That I am just an infinitesimal dot
In the splendours of the worldly firmament
And on this grass in my lonely spot
My vision of the sky is permanent

We are walking the silent march
With heavy sorrow in our heart
We try to hide all of our scars
Wish we will never be apart

But some misguided men will tell
The twisted truth of their belief
They are under some kinds of spell
Killing humans gave them relief

Does it help these silent marches
To alleviate the worst of pain
Does it help to stand like starches
Cry dry tears of insincere feign

Please try to keep your head up high
And enter this day without fear
This eventually will pass by
Truthfull love is hovering near

See the streets of delightful paradise
The cosy cafe of the man so wise
That even a few centuries later
We still assume he was even greater
Than the paramount man we ever knew
At any rate from our point of view

But then when you take an amended look
At what he wrote in his first-folio book
He disregard to take sufficient time
Wrote thoughtful words and rhymed because of rhyme
There is no inhibition to be fair
He just penned some single words of despair

Our brilliant Shakespeare you must commend
Lived his life and his art to comprehend
His own greatness and lost years of his youth
To clever use his words, present his truth
If you have read his words you must agree
He only is as excellent as me

He composes in syllables of ten
Then the same rhythm can come out my pen
And if he can write about lovers lost
Of sensations that lovers trust is crossed
What will prevent me from doing the same
I can think of my poems without shame

The philosophy of the pavement edge

Let me tell you about my philosophy
Of the pavement edge
It is just my private prophecy
It is a very narrow ledge

We are all standing at the same height
A pedestal does not exist
We all are in our own right
It’s a belief with a twist

There’s nothing higher than the pavement
But you sure can fall down deep
This is my clear and proper statement
So don’t you go playing on the steep

There is only one way to fall in the gutter
It is caused by your own stupidity
So don’t you start to mutter
Unless you are obsessed with your morbidity

I cannot push you from this ledge
The only way that you can slip
Of that famous pavement edge
Is to totally lose your grip

And because once you fell way down below
You are never going to get up again
This is something you should know
There will be no time to complain

So before you judge and make your statement
Please think before you speak
Cause once gone from that pavement
There’s nothing more to seek

I loved you, I loved you so much
Night and day you were the world for me
Every moment I longed for your touch
I never knew you wanted to be free

I opened one door, to let you go
To give you some room to breathe
Enough space for your need to grow
And see glances of the world beneath

You wanted to set you own pace
I gave you air when you asked for more
A single tear was dripping down my face
In my naivety I opened the last door

The great white bird took them up
The missile brought them down
The iron road brings them home
The hurt is felt in every town

Because someone wants to make a point
Because someone is not prepared to obey
Because someone wants to be king
Because someone is not prepared to play

By the rules we all agreed upon
By the rules we could all survive
By the rules we abide to live
By the rules we strive to be alive

At the first blush
I felt young and smiled
At the touch of your hand
My heart went wild

In the first instance
I thought I saw it wrong
Your eyes stopped sparkling
You were no longer strong

In the first flight
Of the birds I cried
My heart stopped beating
I knew you died

At the first opportunity
I screamed, but you weren’t there
Darkness came over me
You were not here to care

For the first time
I was all alone
You took your wings
Your soul had flown

There is so much I need to do
To write some stories, at least a few
But there’s nothing in my brain
In any case not something new

I want to write about life and laughter
Of roses and feeling blue
The sense of living and memories
Or the passion I shared with you

But on this day there’s naught to share
I don’t know where my inspiration went
Maybe in the vast empty depth of my mind
Just at the end of the endless end

I heard you discuss ideals without a sincere belief
And wondered if you spoke the words from inner conviction
Or were you just repeating other men’s words like a thief
Because your own knowledge would have been a contradiction

Of the well-cultivated life you’ve led for many years
And finally you had the bravery to think again
Find the well-meant passion through all the forgotten tears
In changing the position of the deprived in disdain

I watched when you performed your outward sham appearances
I could not imagine why anyone would hear your word
And not understand the great dividing differences
Was it the sound of your voice or the echo that I heard

I woke up this morning and there was nothing to see
Although I saw a squirrel in a gigantic tree
And a vague path in the impenetrable woodland
My senses went numb and I just couldn’t understand

I woke up this morning and there was nowhere to go
I enjoyed the pre-dawn with its sweltering aglow
And contemplated what this despairing day would bring
In the certainty that I was losing everything

I woke up this morning and there was naught to recall
The pitch-black night took my yearning heart once and for all
With an obvious striking and doleful solitariness
The one thing I saw was the color of emptiness