soul remains

have you ever felt empty?

Soul remains

I walked down the street and met a poor man I offered him all that I could
He took it from me but it wasn't enough, enough to fill up the void.

What will remain of my soul how can I carry the load
maybe I'll walk it a night and a day maybe it will dissolve

I grew a bit more I thought I’m immune, just than my son came crying in
I tried to show him that I'm not afraid but there I was frozen with fear

What will remain of my soul how come that I'm not that brave
remember that when you was just little child your dad was the best one can have

I'm taking your hand and I drown in your eyes, your eyes are ponds green and blue
I'm sure that you know me right through and through I hope I'm worthy to you.

What will become of my soulnow that there's a chance to break through
maybe I'll kiss you goodnight when you sleep and slowly will go far from you

Hmmm ...
Okay, let's see well I've decided to take my blog a bit more seiously. There are severel resons to do so, I won't count all of them here, let's just say I want to reach people, I want someone to read what I wrote here or anywhere else for that matter and to think to him/her self: Dammn this guy say something here, crap diamond I don't really care (as long as I don't have any spelling mistakes). I'm listning now to 'tower of song' by 'Leonard Cohen' Dammn this guy really have something here, good shit.
I'll add here a song of my own called 'fort of marble and pride'. I hope some one will uncorck my bottle of lonlyness. Let me know what you think of it.


Fort of marble and pride.
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Will you call me a poet if I capture my thoughts/ capture and hand them to you.
Will you send me to climb/ climb a high mountain before I’ll get through to you.
And I’m willing to do so, really I am.
I need you to ask that, to say it by name.

Please give me a sign or dare me my dear
I need to protect you from darkness and fear.
I’m afraid that we really forgot how to love
It became just a game who’s below who’s above.

You say there’s no need/ that you’re sound and content
That I need not to worry/ just stay calm and relax.
But you know that my dear, just as well as I do
There’s an unbearable wall built between me and you

We became idle puppets sharing same space,
The kitchen, the house chores. The work and the sex.

So please bitter lover, please say it out loud
We built a high fort from cold marble and pride
And god is my witness I did try to get in
But I stumbled before you and now I give in.

Time is the best healer!

This a science fiction story I wrote:

http://www.aphelion-webzine.com/shorts/2008/02/TimeIsTheBestHealer.html

It was published at aphelion. It deals with time traveling and with human basic rights. Are there any civilizations that deserve to prosper while others doomed for extinction.



Find Aphelion at: http://www.aphelion-webzine.com/

My first story published in English.

Hi,
This is a story about Ladi, Jack's ole-body. It was published at Aphelion webzine for science fiction.
http://www.aphelion-webzine.com/shorts/2005/10/Ladi.html
Tell me what you think of it.

First record at 'never the less ...'

Why am I here,
I'm here because I want to shout, it's not that I want to shout as much as I want you to listen.
So ... are you listening?
What will happen when you'll close it will it still echo in your heads, I hope it will.
Michael