City Tales Series /The Song Of The Fireman

City Tales Series/Song For The Inner Child

The human psyche's complicated
Your childhood is implicated
How you perceive daily struggles
When your fragile mind just boggles

We adults are responsible
Expected to face the trouble...
Respect elders brought us here
Then change roles when death is near

In the archives of our genes
Carrying the same disease
Color coded tiny patterns
Carbon copied from our parents...

Magic spiral DNA cells
Tell us where a tragedy dwells
Raising arms or raising bottles
Can be blamed on missing cuddles

A German came to our defense...
A grown split mind that depends
On safe wombs and lullabies...
Names his mother with his cries

When you feel the end of the road
And you rather hang on a rope...
Locked up in the dark of your mind
A forgotten inner child...

Waiting for a magic word
To show you a secret world
Casting light in sad dark places
Scribbling a smile over faces

Draws rainbows on morbid landscapes
A laughter hexes sadness and fears
Teaches you to love irony....
With due respect to psychiatry

City Tales Series/Song From The Jacket

White sheets reflect filtered sun rays
I explore my mind's deep blue maze
On two sides guarding the gates
Turquoise angels in a daze

Medicated I walk further
With a mission I will conquer
Every bend and every road
Left behind a heavy load...

Lean chicken and prunes for dinner
Watching hospital lights glimmer
In blue twilight of corridors
The restless moans and insane snores

My brain's abstract butterflies
Flicker in the nurses' eyes
Ariadne was a fine whore...
Something you don't read in folklore...

Tempted Theseus to cheat
To escape the Labyrinth...
I'm cutting my silver thread
Forget everything you've read

My kin...Minotaur sleeps
Curled up on the golden fleece
As night watch of the mental ward
To chase the ghost of Sigmund Freud

City Tales Series /The Song Of The Herbalist

City Tales Series/The Song Of The Fooled

Every road led to you
Every song is a 'bit about you
Is it better what you've chosen...
Open fire keeps me frozen

Left me by a throw of dice
Love songs don't born out of lies
Can't fake heartbeat when you hold me
Memories don't become moldy...

Like the North side of the beach
Where the warm sun doesn't reach...
Like the ship when leaves the lagoon
Forgets it follows the same moon

Called yourself a master liar
Chasing stars appearing brighter...
A lifelong pattern may seems safer
To become the great pretender

It doesn't hurt that you fooled me
Better be naive than empty
This role of the freedom fighter
Suits you when one holds you tighter

But the reason I am damned
Not letting go of your hand
When suddenly you start to drift
On a waive that's cloudy and swift

Now my harbor is a trap
Words of love no more than threat
To take your promised land away
You built here the other day

I'm not scared to sleep alone
I manage to have a home
At the silver full moon rise
I don't ask for paradise

But I ask my man to stand
Not to cut the last thin strand
I don't need cards...
No use scrying
In my dreams i hear you crying

Can you shake off old roads' dust
Remembering friendship and trust
While your feverish head's cooling
My love...
It's yourself you're fooling

City Tales Series/Lullaby

You are safe my dear
And I'm always near
Turn off your light
Tonight you might
Dream us of treasure
Deep from the sea...

Forget who you are
You can stop time
Just watch the shadows
Chasing the sparrows
Move closer to me

Dream of golden tides
Now just close your eyes
Hear seagulls flock
Don't wind the clock
Sail tonight with me

City Tales Series/ The Song Of The Clown

City Tales Series/The Song Of The Necromancer

Gracious dark Sky brought me thunder
From the place where eagles plunder
Gracious Water rained on dirt
Saw a grey rat giving birth

Gracious Fire kept me warm
While collecting slugs and bone
Gracious Earth embraced the night
I followed this eerie light....

Tongues of silent silver serpents
Speak for me as loyal servants
Ask this old abandoned grave
Is it new life that you crave...

To guard me as his mortal mistress
I lend senses to this lifeless
Witness the world through my eyes
Watch a new moon come to rise

Dark and fertile soil's dweller
Bring me your wisdom and answer
I'm alone here cold and hungry
I summon you if you show me...

Which direction people headed...
While crafting a curse... so dreaded
It turns a young head old and weary
I'm lost in this cemetery

City Tales Series/The Song Of The Ice Queen

Monday's suitor had the right smile
For half a day I seized to cry...
Tuesday's came with great promises
With fragrant gifts pleasing senses...

Wednesday's man had pale blue eyes
I looked for your face in the skies...
Thursday's lad came lit a fire
Not enough to wake desire...

Friday's brought swans from the lake
I pinned his heart onto a stake...
That night saw me all alone...
Should I turn the next one to stone...

Or melt their souls like broken gold
Pour it into magic mould
Conjure my love back in my arms...
The one I want resisted my charms...

Opening enchanted chests
I began my dreadful quest
I collected hundred parts
Blue eyes..warm hands...beating hearts...

An angel's voice...a pilgrim's spirit...
Two nights saw my dark candles lit...
Sunday at the wake of dawn
Hang this sign above my door:

If this sight won't bring you fear
Brave souls wishing to come near
Read these lines and run while you can...
I'm cursed to love only an invisible man

City Tales Series /The Song Of The Unbaptised

Maybe my words are not holy
Not written in testimony
But we found divine in colors
Chasing sunrise of distant shores

To my still life you found motion
We were pilgrims to the ocean
The sounds of feelings so bizarre
Made sense played through your guitar

Maybe I can't quote the scriptures
But I praise God through my pictures
Stroked small wonders of creation
Love the tales of evolution

Through the churches' stained glass windows
Mused on pale light flooding the floors
Touching old carved wooden seats
Felt the pray of long dead priests

Why do you think God won't like it
If we missed a speech from pulpit
Not to memorise the Bible
A love song's stronger than recital

A greying head can harbour a child..
A melody filled untamed mind...
When lost reaches out for safety
You were happy people tell me

I stared at you flying your kites
Hundred happy sparks in your eyes
When I see the clouds you tamed
My inner child calls her playmate

On white paper I fill the space
Slowing my heart to my pen's pace
Shedding ink instead of crying
Watching sunsets...candles dying

What if I will run out of words
Would it be possible to burst
From unsaid questions...
strange emotion
Writing it out is my potion

City Tales Series /The Story Of The City Critter

The boy's critter is allegory
Of confessions...Sad memory
He lived a simple life this critter
Among scattered city litter

Daylight fainted into night
The boy arrived with strange delight
The critter was an awkward friend
At times he felt entertained

We can't explain how this creature
Came to know a human feature
What we know that he appeared
Greeting something his kind feared

Every time beside a branch
Ignoring the human stench
Knew the sound of one's footstep
Weighed with worry and regret

The critter couldn't really fathom
How this boy was always alone
Unbeknown to this brave insect
The boy held a deep dark secret

How sad it was doesn't matter
Noone else knew but the critter
Shuffling closer over weeks
He drank from the fallen tears

Why was this night much more special
The boy walked on the shore with a girl
Her smell didn't worry him
He nested once beside a bin

Sweet fragrance of thrown apple corks
The girl's skin oozed the same fine odours
He came out nevertheless
Waiting for the boy to confess

There he met a greater concept
Hard to learn for any insect
How the human race supreme
Squashing things that bring on fear

A dark chapter therefore ended
For the kid he once befriended
Small sacrifice to start a new page
Without witness of his sad rage

City Tales Series/The song of the lover

There is a child hiding inside
After tonight she crawled out and cried
The woman said to close my eyes
Singing ancient lullabies

If you say you love me truly
Writing songs to make us happy
Want to stay then why you went
Did you worry about rent

Or did you comfort an old lover
To make her smile and leave me shiver
Did you whisper our words to her
Through a night of careless pleasure

Or did you cry walking the streets
Sparing comfort, wrinkled sheets
Did you run while God has spoken
To collect my heart as token

Or created a new bond
Redeemed the old vagabond
Found yourself on well worn path
Searching for things that might last

Did you want your precious freedom
To roam alone in your kingdom
Forgetting words meant so much
No more thinking when you touch

Will I ever know the truth
Would it sound good will it soothe
An old wound ripped up afresh
Should you follow your heart or flesh

Then I saw the great irony
The weeping child is really just me
Maybe again I'll forget
This night of ink and cigarette

But I thank my inner kid

Without her I can't forgive

Its a verse of simple rhymes

Sometimes its hard to be wise

Will you wake me in the morning
Or once again I will be mourning
With snotty nosed kid by my side
A love that not yet seen full light

I leave a light always on
Through the fog to guide you home

City Tales Series/The Song Of The Vagabond

Come my pigeons, hear my story
It is sad and maybe corny
Sitting here it doesn't matter
In this balmy city weather

Take my words high when you fly
I can curse whisper and cry
Sing them front of that window
Tell that woman I'm in limbo

Let me pay you with breadcrumbs
Feathered messengers of bums
People always turned away fast
Pigeons listen while the crumbs lasts

Where should I start where should I end
What can I say that would mend
A broken song, a broken life
To make a shuttered woman smile...

I didn't have much to start with
Wasn't rich but wasn't starving
I always found food and beds
Gave love for cigarettes

My blue eyes made women weak
I learned to be the one they seek
I lied and cheated on so many
I never wanted to be ready....

For anything more than romance
On silk clad beds framed with valance
Just left a brave one for trying
She thought she could teach me flying

I ran from words I never heard
Pleased those treated me like dirt
I could say now I was blind
To see her warm and open arm...

As a trap for free thinkers...
Fragrance of rose petals lingers...
Is this where a foolish man sits
Down on his luck out of his wits

I wish there was a medicine
To wash a grown man of his sin
I talk to pigeons and see God
Not to think of wasted love


My polished shoes a testimony
I'm still part of humanity

City Tales Series/Ghost of the Cat