Looking For His Shadow


I begin from the end

Close up to your face

In the eyes you can see the pain

You gotta smile

You gotta smile I say.


It’s been years

Since you saw the tears dry up

Nothing left to fear

Say, lite up you gotta smile


Peter Pan looking for his shadow

Found his shadow

Looking for some smiles

In the children’s eyes.

He fell in love,

Two generations passed by

Before he got the courage

He proposed

And lost his never never land.


I begin from the end

Close up to your face

In the eyes you can see the pain

You gotta smile

You gotta smile I say.

Nena & The Old Man


I see the sadness in her eyes

as she looks up from her hiding place

she must’ve been around 4 eva

but she cannot be more than 8

They call her NENA

but I know that’s because

one knows her real name

no she wouldn’t be missed much at all

if she was lost in this biblical mess


Nobody comes, nobody sees

nobody cares enough to hold her close

Nobody tries, nobody hears

nobody sees the fear in  her eyes

Nobody wants to get to near

in case the truth burns too deep.


He was an old man

Must’ve been here before the 1st world war

he saw it all


They found him sitting alone

a tear running down his face

How could we, what did he do to us

We didn’t look out for him

until it was too late.


Nobody’s here, nobody showed

nobody gave him time in life, he died in vain

Nobody thought, nobody asked

nobody even new his name

Nobody’s home, he sealed his fate

yesterday’s new’s, and we forget


I see shadows in the dark

running by, trying not to be seen

because in a world full of

unkept promises

the cold can easily creep in.

I dreamt the other day

that in my deepest of

consciousness

you were born.

From another time

you bore my pain.

Like an armour draped

around your body,

a rooted everlasting scent...


And as we viewed our past lives, you in your smooth like

I am not a poet and I am not a painter, yet I believe we all have a voice and that we should all try to be a little creative and artistic. It fuels the soul. These are some of my ditties and my doodlings. Maybe I’ll make a book of it one day. Please let me know what you think, a long as it is not too critical...

I write and I play and I sing and I listen and I feel and I perform and I work and I cook and I dance and I dream, and I read to my children.  I walk when I can and I wish I could run sometimes.

Once I reached the sea and looked across to wish for my land, my homeland. I could not see it for I looked out and not into myself and I was blinded by the sun bouncing off the waves.

I walk when I can and I wish I could run sometimes.

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