Way to go

Dark night awaits,

let the journey begin.

Untold memories,

waiting to be made.

Silent night,

cozy calm.

Feelings to be heard,

just stay awake.

Not a bird in the sky,

just the silent moon.

Strange peace creeps within,

No words-no thoughts,

just me-lost in speed

and then sudden darkness.......

Bewitched

Beauty in your eyes,

such flaunting lies,

enters my life,

with a cunning smile.

All I do is give,

for a simple wish,

to feel your lips,

with a longing kiss.

Emotions so wrong,

feels so right.

Make believe love,

just step aside.

Its plain old lust,

that weakens me.

I control my heart,

with a guilty streak.

Prove me wrong,

be with me.

Such is your beauty,

bewitching me.

Fade away

Close your eyes,

hear your voice,

lost in the waves,

mixing with your heart.

Close your mind,

just smile away.

Let the air tease,

your worries away.

Can you hear it,

your soul sings,

not of freedom,

but of peace.

Feel it,

remember it,

live in this movement,

and then wither away.

Memories of filth 

Glamour and fame,

stolen money and no shame.

Smoke and booze,

babes on cruise.

Dream of lust,

freedom and powers thirst.

Illusions of glory,

you the judge - you the the jury.

Karma comes with a swing,

rips you of everything.

Down goes your life,

with no will to strife.

Cowardly way to die.

nerve caressed by a knife.

Soo enslaved by guilt,

memories of filth.

Art by: Alan Wiszus

Beautiful peace.

A hint of light,

on the cloud beneath.

Silence so sincere,

mind's now numb.

No words - no thought,

peace is truly beautiful.

Light now shines again,

in my forsaken world.

Thank you.

Wake up.

Escape from dreams,

come to reality,

because in this world exits,

a different form of possibility.

A pen may write,

a brush may paint.

But your hands alone,

can truly create.

With a mind soo vast,

you can create your ways,

To tear mountains apart,

or find a lion to tame.

Let belief in your heart,

call will to stay,

because today is the day,

you will be truly awake.

A thousand crimes committed,
guilt, now a source of boredom.
Bad times-good times,
all seem the same.

What a tasteless life!

No time for soul searching,
money is of essence.
Death awaits regret,
no care, who cares.