The Firestarter

Someone sparkled a fire,
And we followed it;
Not aware,
You were the culprit.

But the prophecy from the oracle
Told about the end
Which was about to begin,
And the flame in you which grew within.

Yes, the oracle told us it was you!
Who planted the blossoms of fire
In us, and it was you!
Who was the cause of our ire.

Now the scorched weather darkens,
No light of the setting sun anymore –
Your blazing vision crumbles,
Our heads on the floor.

So time is up,
My friend, surrender;
It is obvious,
You are the firestarter.

Together, we will eradicate
The remnants of the burnt past,
Then we’ll hail the man
Whose talent didn’t last.

Repentant, saved, and delivered,
The truth’s serene waters will soothe us,
And you also will be healed,
Now that you are one of us.

hell's terrace (a song for the watchers)

ho! ho! wonderful place!
wonderful wonderful wonderful place!

hey! hey! i like this place,
i like the way they burn the face!

come, on! sing the song,
sing it while your bowels are long!

so that there'll be no pain,
no pain to make you shriek in vain!

oh, hey! got something to ask?
something to learn and ease your task?

why, yes! we're right there,
on terrace of hell and nakedly bare.

oh! not, hot and barren,
we are watching you from heaven!

Lie Exposed

But you'd said,
That that vase,
The one who
Made who I was?

How it is
To feel, I
Wonder, to
Tell a lie?

Like thongs
Of flame,
Or just
Like a game?

Was I to be
Ridiculed,
And mocked,
Then cured?

About that vase.
Nothing to judge
Was there.
Except a little mud.

a tense interview with the future

so you will?
i shall.
would you?
perhabs.
and that's?
may be.
now what?
you'll see -

everyone has a trick

a blip, a trick, and a click!

his hand uses dad,
a tear sheds mother,
idly looks brother,
me embraces lover.

a blip, a trick, a click!

see i had nothing
and something
but not anything
like theirs, so thinking,

at last, see, i found my own.

you don't?!
no see you don't.
and i thought you were fond
of my smile, and there was a bond,

between us to do the trick
why, everyone has,
a blip, a trick, and a click!

Pepper

So it is true;
Dog is man’s best friend.
He is loyal,
And friendly;
Sometimes annoying,
But mostly, friendly.
As my dog is.
He is so friendly
That
Once I took him out
For a walk
With a book in my hand
And goggles on my eyes,
He happily wagged his tail
And followed his trail.
But you know what?
If I were to take him out
Stark naked
And screaming
And with a dagger on my back,
He would still follow me
And wag his tail happily.
Yes.
Dog is man’s best friend.

Dicken's Dublin

It’s always the same:
Whenever I hear Dicken’s Dublin,
My heart is squeezed by the past;
The familiar pain rises
Through my trachea –
But can’t find a way out.

It’s always the same:
The remembrance of idle days,
The warmth of afternoon sun,
The children’s voice,
Mixing with my silent one.

It’s always the same:
The silly silly smiles;
My hand, on my nape,
My head, on my pillow.
And the passing of the afternoon sun...

It’s always the same:
Always. Old ways.
We remember them
We try to let them
Off the hook
To disappear with the sun.

But then,
I hear Dicken’s Dublin again.
And the familiar pain rises,
Though this time,
Through my
Fingers.