Sunday, March 20, 2011

Origami


The sketch is etched. And the remains are torn. Of a plane. Or a bird.
The words engraved and the walls cut.
The graves dug.

In a show of hands,
The hands will move in awe
To applause
The brilliance of the incision.

But.
the cards have something else to reveal.
The petals and rainbows,
To say the least.

Friday, March 4, 2011

I only Know

I only know
What you want me to know
After all.
It's a silent war
Of words I don't know
Cuz I only know
What you want me to know
After all.

Romance of dimensions
Diminishes my sight
I don't know
Whether there exist some more
Cuz I only know
What you want me to know
After all.

I love it When you repeat
The lies that I know
Are true
Cuz you don't even know
What I want you to know.