Loved for Life

 

When she was born, it was all changed

My life was no more mine

out utery nothing estranged

we only did combine

 

she smelled like honey in the wind

her skin so soft and bright

unwalking feet,  eyes still so blind

no worry and no fright

 

conversing without speaking words

singing of lullabies

a song of harmony accords

no discontent, no cries

 

Every beginning can be pure

close to before the start

the echo of the cosmic state

it tells us nothing about fate

 

A lot can happen in two lives

when you are tied and clinged

in love of mother and the child

our destiny is mild

 

 

Aged

 

Me hip, me hip, the old one cried

it causes so much pain

I can not move, I can not walk

but I do not complain

 

me hip, me hip

me pain, me pain

 

I curse old age

I am in rage

for living on and on

it’s 4 to twelve and I’m still here

impossible to bear

 

Me Hip, me hip

me pain, me pain

but I do not complain

 

So sick, the being of old age

dissolving bit by bit

I don’t want help

cause I’m still strong

and they’ll do so much wrong

 

me hip, me hip

me pain, me pain

but I do not complain

 

Adjust yourself, all to my way

control is at my side

I do not care what you will say

You’ll make my day,  my day

 

Me hip, me hip

it’s too much pain

but I do not complain

 

So I will rule

untill last breath

no one is stopping me

 

I will stay home

untill I die

you will grow old

you’re freedom sold

for me it’s all to be

 

Me hip, me hip

Me claim, me claim

 

 

 

 

Urban and Close

The statue is in a big city, but we can not see that anymore. The shadow blinds the eye. Sometimes our eye is open, but we do not see. We lost sight of the really important things in live like family, love and kindness.

Sometimes we do not see because we look to much inwards. Sometimes we do not see because we look to much outward. It’s hard to balance. So many people, so many sights.

Fortunally we have a brain and we can think. We see, we think and we understand.

But if our sight is too much obscured and there is too much shadow before the eye:

Cry out for help, accept alien thoughts and walk out of the shadow!

Sisters

Another old photograph. Two little sisters playing in the yard. They are all dressed up. Maybe it is a sunday today and they were disturbed while playing. Let’s make a photograph! Stand side by side and join hands.

They are so serious! They do what they have to do, but it seems they do not really like it. Afterwards they will play again, make their white dresses dirty. Maybe they will fight, maybe they will laugh. They will grow and when they see the photograph, they will remember.