There Is No Time after This

There is no time after this
Only some time in growing old
Futures are coming like bliss
Breaking the waves that hold
To the daydreaming on to deep
Fast and slow motions turning
Nothing forever ours to keep
Every bridge crossing burning

There’s no life onward to live
If it can't show what you need
You must connect on to and live
And learn from what you'll read
Nothing to hold to give or take
Taste is a way to make it real
In fresh thoughts you´ll awake
If you'll catch what you did feel

There is no afterward in new
Only holding on to make advance
Trust an instinct it becomes you
Like opportunity need its chance
Nothing’s easy coming or going
Its only moment forward or past
So much outline to the showing
Giving a framework for its cast

I Love You, But...

I Love you, but...
I love you with my heart bomb
You are the neighbor I got
I'm making you a tomb

I Love you, yes...?
Though I'm hiding my face
My love and caress
Is blasting many ways

I shall close my arms around
With a wall you cannot climb
Never allow you to be found
In yours and my - lifetime

I love you with a mask
And I'll give you love's debate
What is it? - you may ask
It’s passion's lust and its hate

I Love you, no...?
You might go on asking
But our seeds will grow
To fulfill love-neighbors’ tasking

The Living Road

The Living road
The days of the dream world
Carrying away lives load
Through the atmosphere

Living the air high
With the realities of another
Something from yonder sky
With your sister and brother

The Living road deep
To rising of new day
Every thought that the hours sweep
Into the molding earthy clay

On to the far
In distances trance
Where everything will
Reach its goal
And we have our
Own ways and chance
Through the forces
Of every role

Living the air high
Somewhere out there is its unknown
We shall reach it as time flies
Making it all our own

Nothing will come of nothing
Only the distance far-out
Time is tick tick and bluffing
We are just inside about

The Living road
Oh living road
On to the far
In distance trance
Where everything will
Reach its goal
And we have our
Own ways and chance
Through the forces
Of every role

The Living road

Bitter Love Is Like the Dry Ice

Bitter love is like the dry ice always
So icy in sorrow and dimly cold
With plentiful colorless passion in grays
Nothing worthy of inner mode to hold
Emptiness that quickly quench tender fire
And pouring from its ice of frozen thought
Nothing to yearn or from flowers of desire
Only through distances to you it's brought

Straying up in smoke each pleasure from within
Where crown of your petals are withering
Nothing filled with dawn only twilight's twin
Uneven surfaces of love slithering
Not to come in love's completeness around
Only to astringent strings forever bound

Please Bring Me To Your Other Side

Please bring me to your other side of the heart
The darker side that is much like dark moon
Where your feelings in first steps flowing start
And where you fly out in your red balloon
The dreams to faraway islands in between
Of closeness and love that touches the day
The roots of the growing of passion not seen
That comes like ivies in their steeping way

That’s inside from here to the corners outside
Your silky smooth skin of caressing love
The surface of your beat in each their abide
Like castles in clouds faraway and above
Go carry my heart to your pound of throbbing
With each its fine-drawn softness bobbing

Anyone’s Nobody Knowing

I'll take my hat and leave
And walk the street of many
Where the moments are brief
Of thoughts from almost any

I felt cold but almost close
As I was walking there by
In this woven life that goes
Like clouds of drift in sky

Everyone seemed so lonely
In doing their restlessly own
We meet all with eyes-only
And nothing else is shown

The many crowded streets
Are always so alone going
And no one there really meets
For anyone’s nobody knowing

I Will Catch a Cloud

I will catch a cloud up on the high there
In its murky fluffy and all going day
Around circling to places everywhere
They don't wait a minute on their long way
I'll wake up in the morning to find a new
And never stop trying to wonder too high
The clouds are always on time coming through
On to sky in dimming winter's lullaby

There is nothing like fresh air in cold stream
Going through the day and night on its weightless
With the rising to new day breaking beam
When the new in the morning you caress
Every going day is another carrying
Various hazy mists through the sky varying