THE VAMPYRE


One night she came
so tender and so suddenly.
No door could stop.
No shelter help.
Too mighty was the melody.

The sharpest knife
that cut his strongest vein
was hidden in her longing smile.

But the boy did not know
and he felt no fear.
He got lost in her beauty
and even called her: "My Dear!"

Like this they were playing innocently
coming closer and closer...
and with a smile on her lips
she told him gently
what she is.

But the boy did not know
and he felt no fear.
He got lost in her song
and even called her: "My Dear!"

Like this they were playing innocently
coming closer and closer...
and with a smile on his lips
his blood started running.
Secretly.

The morning had to come
and took her away.
Now she was warm
and the boy pale, but gay.

Soon a strange fear climbed up his heart.
He started to shiver
and to feel suddenly cold.

Embraced by his blankets
he closed his eyes...
"I hope she will come...
she did not tell me lies.

I will drink her blood
and make her feel cold.
Together we'll turn
our blood
into heavenly gold."


(excerpt from: Poems Of Truth, Laughter and Happiness, 2008-2009)

THE LIE IS THE LAST TRUTH

One morning I woke up at night
all dreams have gone and lost its sight
wherever you may go my friend
the truth is the last lie
the end

If you look for greedy times
hide your wallet in the lines
it will be never be so far
as if just yesterday was gone,
mama

everyday is feeling time
hides yourself
row in the line
find your luck in desert place
it's the end of any race

Never die by sand or snake
you will go under in a lake.

The lake is beauty
for heaven's sake

but beware and take your time
don't hurry up
stand in the line

WINTER

Once I was truth
Once I was fire

Now I am cold
Now I'm a lier

Now I don't dare
to do anything

Now I am Winter
Waiting for Spring

And all of you who dwell in the summer
don't give me your heat.
I might cut your veins
and you will bleed

For I am the knife
which rests in the cover

Only a Winter
can be my Lover