Unkind Adults

They can be rude just

because I am a child

Because I am not their child

I am not important

My parents have big muscles

but today they are not here

Because my parents are not here

rude people are very brave

Tomorrow when I come with my parents

unkind people suddenly will change

Good or Bad?

I wish them all the worst

I send them the curse

I am not a bad person

I do not send any curse

Oh I am, I am bad

All the good they killed

Oh no, I am not bad

I will never be like them

I am good, I am bad

I am bad, I am good

This fight with myself

will never, ever end

Natural Cure

When you wake me up with an embrace

I forget I am an angry beast

I become cotton and a deer

Your love is melting the steel

When you wake me up with a kiss

I forget many people are the ice

and I love all the people in the world

The world seems to me much better

When you wake me up with gentle words

You destroy despair and discomfort

You restore my smile and my courage

You are my natural cure

I Look at the Water

I look at the water

The water looks at me

We are both restless

We both want to flow

silent, carefree, slow

We always fail

Maybe it's our fate

We hit the sharp rocks

We meander as snakes

We make noise as branches

in the grips of storms

I look at the water

The water looks at me

We both seek peace

Sweet Peace

I am walking slowly

soundless, fearless

I am watching meditatively

hills, fields and waters

Peace, sweet peace

Too many don't have it

To everyone as disease

I wish I could transfer it

Peace, wonderful peace

Infinitely and eternally I wish

to fill Universe with it

Hello New Day!

Hello new day!

Are you my enemy

Are you my friend?

You will be cruel

I am afraid

just as your mum

just as your dad

Tell me new day

is there a way

to make you sweeter

to make you softer?

Tell me new day

are you any different?

Better than your mother?

Better than your father?

Hello new day!

Are you my enemy?

Are you my friend?

Hello new day!

Muse

Muse always goes
sometimes for a long
but when she is back
she brings bags of presents

Muse always comes
sometimes for a long
but when she is gone
she leaves bags of woes