Plato's cave.

Tired eyes, breathless mouth,
look at what you created;

it's cold outside - you're cold inside
when every drawback becomes hatred

filling the holes in your heart,
and the thorns of your past
have become so big that every rose has died;
there's no light there, where you hide

so come outside, where you can't see
- come outside, where you are forced to live;
where all your rage has no direction,
hatred turns into misconception;

so come outside, where nothing has a meaning
out of your Plato's cave,
where experience is stronger than a thought

you gave birth to,

wearing the mask of the brave.

 VedenKH

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.

Under my skin.

                           
Straight ahead until my heart collapse;

 I relapse,
words unspoken just get thick inside,

heavy they bear the weight of loss,
they build my cross.
Silence screams when I hide behind

my mask, my bones, my stones
- She hates me,
my release, my win - my ruin
- She eats me;
it's easier to fall than to climb,

- my ruin, my win;

everything gets harder with every time,

- the mess outside,

 and only void under my skin.

VedenKH - Oct. 2011

L'Origine.

Ascolta.
Le mani della Terra
vibrano,
inanzi a te si dischiudono;

e tu,
invisibile e necessario,
sei la fine
e modesto principio

di un futuro già desto.
Se cogli il coraggio
e la lungimiranza,
scorgi il miraggio,
- serba l’essenza.

Amo te
quando ami la Vita.

1. VedenKH - May 2010

I am.

I like to fall into this silence;
echoes of breaths
back to me
with every wave against the stones.

Such a perfect moment
endless - like this silver sea
which opens its gates
beyond my sight.

Who am I to think
to own the World

I am the wind
making leaves shiver
and I am a cloud
changing its shape

and all that I feel
and all that I can see

one of a billion drops
searching for home
- among thousand homes;

one true reality
among infinite possibilities.

An echoe is teaching me
sighing - whithout an object:
there is no what - or where.

I am.

VedenKH - Oct. 2009