Monthly Archives: June 2011


Blind child
Floats so mild

bow and arrow
Are so wild
So cruel
To stitch
Two strange hearts
to get familiar

Blind he
Not me
So I can ‘see’ that
I’m not her perfect match

Now don’t give a damn
To defend yourself



Oh.. Mighty Death
I heard
People saying it is luxury to face
The natural death
But they see you not
In the natures bed

Those same voices
curses you of taking life
But they see not your mercy
With which you showed them light

They fear you
Deny you the holy rights
Getting so very tempted
Of the fruit so bright

I know, how kind you are
And let the others too know
Do come and embrace me
Since there are chances
That I may too get tempted