Lost in Time

Where did you come from?
I ask the question yet find no answer.
I feel like I know you,
not for the time elapsed
nor for the length of our perspectives;
But for similarities lost
through an hourglass ever flipping.
Life takes turns for better or worse
and suddenly ignites a fire
so wicked and precious that mystery
seems just like a new beginning.


This Is My World

Why do your words deceive me with your shallow quotations
of this and that, in between and far from?
Life isn’t your fortress alone, not only your Great Wall,
but his, hers, theirs, and mine too.
Share with me, what is aloft, in realistic pretenses,
and forget, relive and untie connections.

Allow me this once to fend for myself and do what I must;
for me, not you, not him, not her, not them.
I alone can shake my world, crumble my downfalls and build,
resurrect my own statue, memorial, or grave.
I’ll write my own story with myself as the plot that I see,
and I’ll twist, converge and recreate my dream.

So your words cannot deplete my structure or my foundation,
they cannot blind, hinder or destroy me.
Although this world stands against myself, against you,
I know my path and will walk it calmly.
With you or against you – as my enemy, friend, or as no one at all,
I can ride my pride, my faith, my dignity – all alone.


I implore you now
to look up towards the sky
and see a world you hold
high above in your dreams.
reach up and grab it
and pull it carefully down
just close enough
that you may grab it,
and inspire your world
to be more than a dream.

You, ‘Alone’

You’re looking out into a vast opening
The world beyond is filled with obstacles.
What do you see?
The faceless crowd stalks your every move,
all you feel is pain, all you see is them.
Your blind to the reality of what life is,
just standing still facing your ocean
– your faceless crowd.
Your path is blocked by a mob,
all the while your shame and pity consumes you.
You just hope every stranger moves along;
its you, and you alone, against the crowd.
No hope, no help, no hurt – so long as…
So long as you alone face the crowd.


I don’t know this face, this voice, or this need.
That clarity is gone, vacant and shallow…
…in this pool of long-forgotten simplicity.

This isn’t what I had in mind, when all was lost,
when all ceased to exist and the fire inside…
…simply died.

No torch worth burning burns an hour,
rather a lifetime with everlasting fuel…
…fueled by passions and the foundations of sin.

Most torches are long since passed,
in the past where they belong to rise…
…to rise up to the surface once again.


Ich bin allein hier ohne dich. Natürlich bin ich aufgeregt.
Du, mein Morgenstern, so weit entfernt sind.
Dieser Abstand, so weit und lang und leer,
mit Ozeanen zwischen uns und den Sternen
explodierenden Berge durch diese Räume.
Morgenstern sind so malerisch und einsam wir,
Wir müssen klettern unsere Berge,
und eine Verletzung unserer Grenzen zu spüren
dass warme Umarmung.

I’m alone here without you. Of course I’m upset.
You, my morning star, are so far away.
This distance, so far and long and empty,
with oceans between us and stars
exploding mountains through these spaces.
Morning star, so quaint and lonesome are we,
that we must climb our mountains,
and breach our shores to feel
that warm embrace.

Oh, Joy!

What a life to live, oh, joy, we live today.
These feelings of sorrow.. oh, joy!
I too often am reluctant, I know you see.
Where’s the inclination to help?
wheres the fight, the promise, the need?
Oh, joy! It’s out of sight…
…out of mind.