Reputation

Words can be weapons
lies can be told
love can be faked
life can be sold
Nothing is flawless
do as I told
always be proper
do not raise your voice
someone can hear
perhaps a foe
what careless has been said
turn it on your fall
whispering neighbors
a name in the mud
Every strategic move
to rise and shine
to be loved and praised
in a little world of fake.

Black suit

Day by day a black suit
nothing special, only to blend
into the crowd of nameless souls
rushing in every direction
climbing to the top
the routine has begon
the drill of having the work done
payment at the end of the month
back and forward
endless time
Numb and faceless
a black suit climbs the hill
day by day
to have a weekend  face
succeed in the race
win his bread

so he said.

Empty

Sad eyes that tell too much
heavy concience , tired memory
empty words
life in the rush
hours of work
travel hours
endless days of just existing
breathing in and out
numb and unsatisfied
slaving routine
unpleasing people
 boredom of days
same as yesterday
same as tomorrow
same as next week.

Hate

I hate to remember
I long to forget
delete every tiny detail
what it was
what I wished to be
I loath your name
despise your face
spit on your pride
of stupid man
I choke on rage
all I wish, it's to forget
lay my head in peace
dream again
see the world with hope
instead of desdain.

Cowboy

Ride to the sunset, cowboy
go to where you come from
don´t look back
there is no one to wave goodbye
start again with a new face
forget the past and smile
so easy, so light
empty headed
a pot as a heart
you can make it
there or anywhere
have youth, have charm
a little brain to match size
all answers on a pipe
Ride to the sunset, cowboy
It´s a small town for such bright guy
take your chance
because no one is waving goodbye.

Illusion

When an illusion dies
it hurts beyond any lost
more than vicious lie
or any high cost

it's losing a dear friend
it's being unfairly condemned
 it's coming home alone
it's spining without control

When an illusion dies
leaves an open wound
a war without allies
it's to feel doomed

there is a funeral in the eyes
no room to improvise
just tears of farewell
a fade joy to remember.

A saviour, a knight

No knight, no saviour
just life as it is
stop believing
in a face that would bring
oh joy
oh happiness for sure
how easy it was
to believe
to see beyond
to wish for a better fate
life in rose
The knight lost his sword
the saviour lost his bravery
I lost my faith in both.