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I was walking down main street

Where the people move

Where the light falls free

There was a rhythm coming at me

From inside the old bar

From the stage of dreams

On nights like these

When the moon is high

Where strangers meet

Please let life exist

On nights like these

I’m still in love with the idea

Of the living night

Of getting what’s needed

If I could own that feeling

Come to me please

Come night, come healing

On nights like these

When the moon is high

Where strangers meet

Please let life exist

On nights like these

One of these days

And it won’t be long

I’ll hear that rhythm

I’ll hear that song

All of the time

And I pray it’s soon

So I wish upon the moon

On nights like these

When the moon is high

Where strangers meet

Please let life exist

On nights like these

Faces

In the crowd

They look at me

I try to figure out why

I move up a flight of stairs

And look down at the faces

They look so strange to me

I have to get out

Get some air

Get away from the faces

Find some peace

And quiet

I open the balcony door

And move out

The air chills my bones

No faces here

Only this vessel

And the stars

So far away

But closer than any face

More vivid than anyone

I take a deep breath

Wish upon the stars

Get back inside

I move

So swiftly

Down the hallway

Avoiding the faces

I open the last door on the left

A small room with only a bed

And not a single face in sight

I sit down on the bed

Suddenly the door opens

And there is a face

Just like mine

“Please, sit down”

Fallen angels

I heard those words

Long ago

To a melody

And I just didn’t know

What they ment

Not what they ment for others

But what they ment for me

Fallen

Like leaves on the ground

Beutiful in their death

Angels

Like the ones from scripture

Mythical beings

What did it mean

That simple combination

Of words

Fallen angels

When leaves fall

It signals change

Change for better

Or for

You know

Worse

Well

I’ve always believed in that

Change that is

Always on the move

Until that day

When that change

Ment something more

All of a sudden

There was a hole

That will never be filled

And the scriptures

Came alive

I miss them

Every day

Those fallen angels

May their memory guide me

May I use their wisdom

And may those fallen angels

Always change me to the better

Good day your holiness

I would like to confess

Declare my sins

Recognize my wrongs

And admit

Yes, I am guilty

I’ve made mistakes

Made people cry

I’ve been bad

I’ve misbehaved

Yes, I am guilty

To all of the above

I’ve insulted

Corrupted

Interrupted

Gambled

And hated

I’ve been angry

And foolish

Out of my mind

And useless

So charge me

With all you’ve got

Yes, I am guilty

Guilty as charged

But so are you

And everyone else

We’re all guilty

Of being human

Never again I vowed

Would I balance on the edge

It’s too damn slippery

So easy to fall

But the excitement

And the adrenaline

And the memories

Of living outside of it

Of living honestly

No

Never again!

But still

The balancing act

Simply the thought of it

Makes my heart beat

Faster and faster

Running through the night

Watching the universe pass by

And almost touching the stars

Dancing on the rings of Saturn

No

Never again!

Ultimate freedom

Is chained down for us all

But if one gives it all one’s got

It’s possible to escape

If only for a while

It’s not about living on the run

It’s not about wasting away

Perhaps managing

Instead of balancing

Yes

Never again, never again!

I stand naked before you

Through the words you see

I pour out my soul

As a simple nobody

I tell my truth to your face

With the melody of my voice

A song to let go

And to simply rejoice

I roam the unknown to find

Just the right lines

That make you feel

The fire and joy

In your body and soul

I take you on a journey

Through phrases and dust

Unimaginable expressions

Lined with lust and disgust

I turn the page for you

Move you through time

In all directions imaginable

Make you fall and then climb

I roam the unknown to find

Just the right lines

That make me feel

The fire and joy

In my body and soul

There was a feeling I used to have

On the good days

Didn’t happen very often

But when it did

It felt like I could do anything

Take the whole world on by myself

I’ve had other feelings lately

But not that unique one

Then all of a sudden

The snow fell down

I felt a chill down my spine

And the feeling appeared again

A temporary moment of clarity

Or perhaps insanity

I don’t really care

Either way works

What does matter is the feeling

And the raw power it gave me

I have always worried a lot

Looking at the horizon

Daydreaming out the window

Trying to forget

That feeling’s what kept me alive

Through many a rough times

The near memory of the feeling

Is more than enough

To keep the old engine going

Down the road

I never knew how much I needed this

And it revitalizes the hope I’ve always needed

We used to meet up on the schoolyard late at night

Set fire to our minds and dream of our future so bright

Now those days seem so far away

And what a price we did pay

Some of us simply vanished with no excuse

And others left us without anything to loose

To bend those waves of space

Rebuild our past into grace

What matters in the end is not what has been

There’s really no idea to dwell on those sins

What matters is the here and now

Forever lost to the dead anyhow

There used to be so many different ideas around

Forever lost to that world deep underground

Here’s to the outcasts who used to be

Who never had to worry about me

So meet me again as late as the night can be

Let’s dream again of love and sensuality

Revive the dream of creation

Watch the stars with admiration

I was thinking back to my old ways

I do that a lot more than I’d like to confess

Sometimes with contempt

But more often with gratitude

And yes, I can say that I am grateful

Grateful for all my previous mistakes

For all of the wisdom they brought

And the insight that there will be more of them

I’ve been down the depths of many an ocean

But always had the luck to arise

I’ve been feeling good but looking like hell

That don’t matter in the end

No, what matters is the journey

Which I’m fortunate enough to still travel

What matters is the love still burning

And the mystery of life left to unravel

I went and picked up my guitar

The new one

The red one

I don’t get along with the old one anymore

The black one

At least not today

I wonder why that is

Suddenly it doesn’t sound half bad

The magic power of change

Last week I started reading a couple of books

Been sitting on the shelf for a while

French author

I think I get along with him

And his sequence of events

Old and new

These stories have waited for me

On a whim I picked them up

I feel honest when I read them

But tonight I’m not reading

Just sitting around

Worrying about

Time

And thinking about

Lunar eclipses

And trying to play that damned guitar

The new one

Now it’s starting to work against me

They do that

Every so often

The light in this room

Strangles your eyes

I wonder

Has it always been this way?

I should get a new lamp

But then again

It would just shine

Intense

For a while

Before it too would work against me

I look across the room

Illuminated by bad light

Is the black guitar

The old one

I put the red one down

The new one

Back in black

Suddenly the light

Doesn’t seem that bad

Suddenly the notes I play

Sound like music to my ears

I feel rejuvenated

Change can do that

From time to time