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Little Jamie spoke today
Which is against the rules
Soon his daddy will make him pay
Blood paints the floor
No screams
Not a tear
A heart that holds a thousand fears
Learned not to scream
When no one came
Not to cry
When others turned away
A little boy who wants a tender touch
Some one to hold him when life became too much
But life didn't work that way
A fateful night he was made to pay
For an imagioned sin
Wisked away into the night
Little Jamie won't pay no more.

I heard three fired rapidly,
sitting up in bed I heard three more and I start to pray.

Reaching across the bed I turn the television volume down low.
Waiting to hear the sound, of someone in mourn.

Straining my ear I heard a faint sound of someone yelling
" Jesus Christ, they kill Ramone"

A five-star hotel is here
nearby the over-bridge
a centre of attraction for tourists
with all privileges and opulence.

Black pigeons on the roof of it
and their flying in circle
attracts them to get a room in it.

The hotel grins at the temple nearby
that the pigeons have left the shrine
a few years back, and have resorted
on its magnificent open roof.

The temple is reticent
though it knows well
that tourists come to see it,
not for the hotel to lodge in.

But the black pigeons,
the divine messengers,
why they leave the shrine
which had been their nest
for generations at a time?

Comes the reply: No place is there
in the city of rational animals
for the celestial messengers
to be inhabited in a dwindling temple.

Stones from the temple are used
for the foundations of the hotel.
So come the pigeons to dwell
on the roof of the hotel
in the polluted surroundings.

So you know I've thought of you, I left a note behind.
You were only there, when you were aware, of yourself, but what of I?

So you know I waited, I gave you time as well as love that I hoped you'd always find.
There once was we but now its me as I've caught on to the lie.

So you know I cared, I loved just you and paid myself no mind.
But time is a funny thing you see, as it catches up and passes by.

So you know I loved you, I showed you every day; I rubbed your back, I cooked your food, but our love just didn't bind.

So this I say to you this time, it wasn't always me, you were absent then as your absent now and so I bid farewell.

So you know, I never left, it was you who never showed your love for me. It was all for you and I left it all, but there's always more to be.

If ever you should find yourself, wandering alone, remember once, you had it all but you never used your key.

And So you know once more my love, that everything was fine.
The fault is yours but as you know, it was also always mine.

Yesterday suddenly you were taken
I recently spoke with you it seems
Now you are no longer here with us
And it feels like a horrible dream

How can someone be that cruel
So angry to the point
That he or she could take your life
While leaving ours in disjoint

It is still unbelievable that
I no longer will
hear Your voice or see your face
Now all from you is still

We have only now our memories
To recall your own sweet smile
We say to you in our own way
Adieu and good bye


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A hair standing shiver run down my spine
It's the dust of the dead and wandering souls
The hour hand strikes twelve and the grandfather clock chime
Ghostlike shadows searching for past memories of long ago

The night wind echoes, carrying whispers of eery moans
Calling from the dark, to someone for help, or finish things left
Asking for forgiveness and a place to rest their bones
Mistakes made in life, paying for in death

As Hells' Gate open on this Halloween night
And children now sleeping with candy in their beds
Empty streets awaiting the break of dawn to spread the light
Howlling spirits, forgotten voices of our beloved dead

Hoping for mercy, seeking a second chance
Salvation on the horizon, yet never finding paradise
Suffering an endless damnation, an eternal ghoulish dance

"Where bad folks go when they die;
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly,
they go to a lake of fire and fry" (Nirvana, Lake of Fire)

Seeing where it ends - all life
under a cold stone with inscription
Like a pressure cabin to keep the memory fresh
Is it real? Or are we only afraid to forget?
Actually, more afraid to be forgotten ourselves
Once in time - when no sign marks our paths in life
Witnessing - so anybody is forced to memorize
When we don´t fill our time with anything
If we are too serious to make somebody laugh
If we are too smooth to earn anybodies sympathy
When we left all behind and noone is left anymore.
When we passed away and everything left
Is nothing to witness.

Ballad of the Drunkard

He was a tactical tradesman in Dublin

The economy sank like a ship

And the marches of the unemployed

Drunken and annoyed began again

On the boat he want, he had to leave

How his extended family bereaved

Upon the wings of doves upon the wind

He believed, the wind splashed saltwater

Upon his face, the cloudy tempest arrived

A sordid sense of relief upon the way

Not knowing what brightness should appear

In the slight sun of the day, sleight of hand

If the wilderness of a storm comes this way.

Ballad of the drunkard, the suppressed mourning

The lost love of family, alive with blood in the vein

Still at the bar caught in the tears of the bereaved.

An empty space you left behind
A hole to big to fill
All around the angels cry
To sing they’ve lost their will

Even God in heaven sits
And somberly stares down
Shakes his head, wipes a tear
Just cannot move his frown

Gone you are, no longer here
But in our hearts you’ll stay
The memory, so strong it is
It will never fade away

Ahhh Seamus, the great hall is quiet now,
The ghosts have gone away,
Boasts and chants,
Sword and lance,
Of monsters and Beowolf,
Grindel and fiery dragon slain.