Muszájvers

Muszájvers (azért muszájvers, mert valószínűleg pocsék rossz, de kénytelen voltam megírni, és olyan megkönnyebbülést hozott, hogy órákig olvasgattam utána…)

7 (Seven)

Something died that night
Something soft and beautiful inside me
Naked and robbed I stand over the grave
Silence wraps me up, time stands still

A mute shout escapes my lips
Striving to scream it out loud
To kill the pain words can’t express
To hide the shame no language can grasp

One day you might care to know that
With eyes wide open I observed your fugitive shell
Then with those eyes closed I saw too much;
Perhaps a glimpse of your True Self

All the splendour and all the dirt
Truth enveloped in mortal years
Love and hate, courage and fears
The sight scared me, more than a flirt

And you; you know nothing about me
You have the nerve to crawl into my mind
Flooding me with elegantly-shaped lies
Does it matter if a piece of me dies?

Will you ever hear the scream of the universe
When your own ego is louder than nihil
With ears deaf to hear and eyes blind to see
Could you ever understand the way I feel?
Something died that night
Something soft and beautiful inside me
Naked and robbed I stand over the grave
Please, kill this dead part of yourself in me

 
Cleandown

And sometimes I catch myself drowning in noises, listening to the external, forgetting who I am, failing to remember where I belong. The answer is there, the answer is always there, buried deep inside, yet blooming like a flower. If I listen carefully, I feel strong. I bite the silence and I hear my thoughts in a crystal clear form. Then I realize all the mistakes are precious, without them it would be impossible to grow.

 2005