Solitude.

My lifeless eyes have to much to say,

there's a black hole

in the bed I lay;

the hope consumes - the hope is a guide

I stand on my feet,

never apologize.

And solitude is a beast that eats

the echoes loud

of tired breaths;
you can stay there - you can just go
but inside of me
now I feel alone.

'Cause my cold hands need to hold

'cause I feel my needs

have been sold

to buy freedom - a piece of joy

it takes so little

so little to destroy.

Unstable like wind, I should rest

the expectations

in my humble chest.
Solitude is such a beast well known,

I need your troubles
to face it alone.

Cuddle.

Take me where I haven't been before,

but never drag me;

cuddle my fears immured in the core,
but don't deny me

with all my broken pieces

and every attempt to stick them.

Ask me all you need to know,

just trust on our perfection;

show me all that you need to show,

never dissacrate the intention,

what we can build - what we could reach;

use some violence delicately.

I'm here - nowhere else I could be;

uncover me, but do it softly.

Delight.

Far away from the promised land

I dig holes so deep inside my chest

to find a reason

for being happily caged,

and I've been so stupid,

and now I crave but I am afraid...

Can't help probing your beautiful eyes:

I lost my freedom in ages, there I see it;

it's a delicate warmth,

makes my senses grow.

I'd throw myself in your arms

taking back the protection I gave.

You dear breath curls this sadness

so it becomes mountains, flowers and water

and freshness, and I dance like a feather

falling gently until it finds its soil.

Carried by the power of the oncoming Spring

all my centres open to your delight,

there is no sin for the prisoner heart

who desperately tries to break the grate.

Your little spoon.

The way we met, not the happiest one
drowning in my tears like every time,
so magnetic they should have been

clear like water, heavy as stone;
when I told myself I was just mine,
we found ourselves and smiled at the spleen.

Oh-oh, I feel so old right now
thinking of you
thinking of you
after all this time.

Do you still dip that little steel spoon
in your big cup full of milk
like you used to do?, you know

this must have been the way that I
have always kept your soft silk
falsely forgotten, somehow raw.

Oh-oh I feel so dizzy now
thinking of you
thinking of me
committing the crime.

But do not misunderstand, I
really liked you,
do not misunderstand I
really wanted you,
do not misunderstand I
would like to talk to you

now
do not misunderstand I
was breaking down,
do not misunderstand I
was getting low,
if you could understand I'd
close that door
- for I never really did.
And maybe you understood and
you closed first.

Recession.

Hands in my pokets,
my careless steps on dry leaves;
just for one day
I'd take two paces to the rear.

I wish you were near
to tell you a tale I have dreamt
of two people lost
searching for each other - to find themselves.

The dust on our shelves,
the scent of old times,

imploring us to turn back,
imploding into the rhymes;

but still - you're in my mind
with nothing left to say
and deaf to this dust,

that - just for one day
I wish you could
blow away.

VedenKH - July 2009