Pm₄₄

You don't do love the ordinary way,
instead you put your heart up on display,
with every beat droplets of care pour off,
envelop me like cozy winter cloth.

I imagine your voice on lonely days,
feel of your fingers drawing on my face,
weight of your body up against my own,
you're here with me even if I'm alone.

But then, you're back laughing again with me,
you find a way to convince me to see,
the world as pretty and that's why I say,
you don't do love the ordinary way.

Pm₄₃

A blip of static, eerie sound,
my screen protrudes out of the ground,
my picture shows hard pangs of pain,
tightly packed souls riding a train,

next station: hell, where everyone,
is welcome to have so much fun,
thinking is what they did before,
here they are free, free to ignore,

ignore the hate their actions bear,
ignore the torture people share,
ignore the ones who's life is real,
Ignore the guilt that'll never heal

Pm₄₂

Today's the day,
my Earth turns for,
one final time,
this sunny May.

Wound paths led here,
paved with longing,
for turns of fate,
that felt so dear.

All left behind,
memories back home,
in lonely wait,
for dust to find.

The few steps more,
of tired legs,
some foggy thoughts,
felt like a chore.

Not gonna say,
a single "bye",
just disappear,
this sunny May.

Pm₄₁

The leaves around whisper softly,
The road upfront winds left and right,
The crickets call their mates loudly,
The mountains look down from their height

The crows laugh with their riddled eyes,
The dogs scavenge for skimpy meals,
The forest, tired, gently sighs,
The skin is full of tangly feels

One step after another I,
swallowed by leafy trees in whole,
am saying my final goodbye,
spent daily playing human role

Pm₄₀

A breath flows right around,
my head, some words follow it,
meaning is lost, what's left the sound,
say, did you hear the beat,

of legs rustling fiercely,
half eaten childish I screams,
you shutups, cut air eerily,
with giggles life forthcomes,

squirms and envelops with,
armsfull of colorful glee,
huge rocks above sorround man's pith,
unchanged for years to see