THE JOURNEY

...and in the streets, where it is cold and bare
I feel a love - crying for the sound of the wind. . .
But no - pass it by - yet, is there someone who cares?
The wind is cold. Come onwards, let's go home.
There is no one here beside me
Solitude is rest but not sleep.

Over the hills we pass into blue skies
Look, look at the fields, so green
A perfect summer's day spoilt only by flies.
Is there a beauty like for man to be seen?
Come away, let's go around the trees -
- We shall spread over the countryside. . .
and play in the grass, or flowers like bees
We'll not be seen, instead we'll hide.
There is no one here beside me
Rest is solitude; God let me be.

That wind! It howls so much.
It despairs all love; it bites and burns my face
It passes through concrete walls
It was as if - it were an echo of evil's call -
Onwards! Press onwards! Hunch over get home.
Do you feel it? The images in my brain. . .
Can you hear a laugh of the insane?

The stallions race from field to field
But the mares stand back, resting side by side
Oh to be swift and strong. . . to never yield -
Further we go, the crooked path is our guide;
It leads upwards, towards the mountains,
The air is fresher there, but the trees are thin
Past cliffs of white and running water fountains -
Let's explore this beautiful world.
There is no one here beside me
Let me rest, sleep, nothing to see.

As I walk through the sleet and snow drifts
I wish it would stop, sanctuary in my house
Where I can sit down. relax, watch t.v. myths
But I'm not at home, I need a smoke, need a smoke. . .
Where are the damned busses?!. . . no one here but me
I feel weak in my heart - the storm is too much
That cry! I hear it again - What faith of love is such?
-- no love dreamer! Enough rest, better press on -
Yes, yes . . . let's continue through the mind
Love is only a retribution of mankind.

The birds, fly freely into skies,
Spurred by the spirit of their nature -
In the woods,
the voices of furry animals are small cries
They chatter freely, saying what they want. . .
Let's be wild and not care of anything -
WAIT! FACE REALITY IN YOUR CITIES!
No! No! Come my friend, into the evergreens
DO NOT ESCAPE, YOUR FEAR LIES IN PITY!
Run and find peace within mountain brooks -
NOTHING IS PURE; DRINK ONLY YOUR FALL!
The birds singing a vision of sheer beauty
THE SUBWAYS CROWD - THE PEOPLE MAUL!
My God. . . help me as I cry for mercy
Get me off this floating vessel of hate
Let me find peace, somewhere in nature
Lord I beseech you, before it's too late!
DO YOUR PLEADING IN BARGAIN SHOPS!
My vision is fading and with it the words I write
HAH! NOW THE TRUTH COMES TO PAST!
YOUR VISION DESTINED NOT TO LAST!
YOUR TIME ON EARTH HAS EXPIRED. . .
NO REST FOR THE WICKED
PEACE FOR THE TIRED.

And yet I must breathe a few more words. . .
As when man climbs high to the stars
I find my friend gone. . . protected by fate
My thoughts falter, my speech doth fade
And all around me, the trials of man lie clear
The coming of the end of life is near.

NOW SLEEP MONSTER!
DIE IN YOUR DREAMS
FEEL NO PAIN AND YELL NO SCREAMS
EXPIRE AND FADE AS
GOD PLANNED FOR YOU
FEEL NO MORE TROUBLES
NOTHING MORE TO DO

AND IN THE END
WHEN THE CITIES ARE DEAD
MEM'RIES OF MAN
WILL BE IN MY HEAD
AND ALL LIFE
WILL PASS
STRAIGHT
AHEAD.

01/30/2005

Author's Note: Peace

Posted on 01/30/2005
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