Friday Night In The Club

Bodies sweating in their act
Hands are clapping to the beat
Hips are moving to the sound
Eyes are searching in the crowd


I spot you next to the bar
Looking at me move my body
Sipping slowly the frozen mix
Lick my lips to make you sweaty
Move my hips to make you heavy
Close my eyes stomp move and sway
Get the message and come over boy
The dance floor’s ours
So let’s get wild

Bodies sweating in their act
Hands are clapping to the beat
Hips are moving to the sound
Eyes are searching in the crowd

I see you dancing next to me
Trying to catch my attention
If that’s really your intention
Then let me see what you’ve got boy
Don’t get your hopes too high
I might dance with you
But that ain’t something to me
It’s just a dance baby
So let go and just enjoy

Bodies sweating in their act
Hands are clapping to the beat
Hips are moving to the sound
Eyes are searching in the crowd

The marches of the elephants

The thoughts that are like marching elephants
They come and go imprinting images in me
They stomp, they roar, they soar up high above the ground
They look the same and yet in some mysterious way
They’re incomparable, they’re matchless and unique

They’re proud and yet humble in they’re own way
They’re fearsome and yet fragile and frail
They stab the air with mighty trunks held upright
They make no sound and yell at the same time
They’re endless like a desert in the sun
There is no end and none can trace the source

Distorted Love

The hungry warlocks of our past
They hunt us down and slowly penetrate
Our minds
Our Bodies
And our souls

They come at nights
When sleepless and exposed
We wait for them
In sweat and heartbeat
And in lust

They bring us tears of Goodbyes
Said by our minds unvocalized
They bring us passions of a hungry flesh
Unwanted touches and desires

There is no choice, no haven, no escape
There is no courage left in our minds
The only thing that lingers is the ache
Of a broken heart distorted into empty lust

Sweetest Dreams

The sweetest whispers of the blue green waves
Knit a blanket of thousand promises
The silken song of sirens that I hear
They hold my heart captured in their voice
My boat is wavering on the dripping edges of this world
Too sober to fall asleep and yet too eager to overstep the border

The Grey Heaven of My Sinful Dreams

Even though I live
My soul is dead and wondering the oceans of the souls
Even Though I live
My soul is lost in endless corridors of Heaven’s maze
Even Though I live
My soul is stuck right in the middle of sinners and of saints
Even Though I live
My soul is too old to wear a halo
Even Though I live
My soul is too young to have sinned
Even Though I live
My soul continues wondering the grey planes of these undying lands
Without a home, without a heart to belong to without a death to stick to
And even though I live
My soul continues sinning in foolish clouds of hope
That in the end at least the iron doors of hell
May open up and I will find a home

Fears

My fears surround me like a giant concrete traffic jam
They cave in on me, press me, smudge me on the floor
Each trying harder and harder to squash, and shatter me
Into tiny grey pieces of a child’s lost puzzle,
They scream at my face like overgrown crude drivers
They want to consume me for I stand on their way
Smash me,
Break me,
Bleed me,
Erase me from this street
For they know the truth that drives them more insane
With more power they regroup and cloaked by the darkness of my gruesome loneliness
Attack
But in their brutal anxious greed to destroy
They forget the simple irony of the hierarchy
That even though they may rule over me
In the end I’m still the lord, the master and the author