Is there only black and white? Who knows? Is there only darkness or light? Who knows! Who knows! Where are the shades of grey? Who knows? Where are the words I wanted to say? Who knows! Who knows! Is there
Moments of pain, moments of peace Moments of space that I would seize If I could just have a moment or two I would love to spend those moments with you Moments of despair, moments of hope Moments of faith
You know, I just write as it flows Sometimes poetry Sometimes prose Who knows… What this life brings Who knows… When the nightingale sings Yesterday is history Tomorrow is a mystery Today is the truth Now is the reality I
This is my moment of… Reminiscence, reckoning, recognition Of things I had wished for Hoped for, dreamed of… They unfold themselves one by one Like blooming buds under the sun This is my moment of… Recall, recognizance, realization Of things
I am in fact Waiting for the rain When the water and sun Make love again When Mother Nature sings When the moon hides When deathly thunder rings When the thirsty earth chides When lovers embrace And I feel their
I stand naked At the window A rough wind Disarranges my hair Harsh sun rays Beat my bosom Into a merciless submission And I cringe at the touch Of your manipulative fingers My conscience Is like bad breath Reeking of
I am left dangling between Conformity and Freedom So… What do I choose from? The Damocles sword or the Carrot? Cognition or Intuition? Accordance or Independence? What do I chose from? Existence or Living? Submission or Expression? Precision or Exaggeration?