Laugh, laugh, laugh.
The only point of this tragedy
is to be laughing at it

One day you are up
next day you're down
no point in crying about it
just laugh on!
with wonder
with acceptance
because this life
is an endless, sometimes sick
joke

laugh
till tears come out of your eyes
till you overwrite
your pain with a smile
and the sad grin is there
but that's another reason to laugh!
the irony of being alive

laugh
because about tomorrow
no one knows much
I might be high
I might be not

I'm fresh off the ward
I packed my bags and left the nasty stuff
I've been locked up
but now it's my time to shine

I hit the door goodbye,
I am not what they said I was.
I am much more. I kick my pills,
I feel I own the world.

But now the shine isn't showing up much
my face glows but my heart drowns,
lately it does

I'm fresh off the ward
the Sun beams in my face
not everything is so grey
still I ache
Be happy to shake and be shaken
in the belly of the world
Be happy in the chaos
Dionysiac throes

I'm fresh off the ward!
A real girl now, with a fleshy heart
that aches...and hurts
I might be away from the ward,
but my fate is to come back some time.
Everyone, every now and then,
needs a shot, and a comfy bed.
To dream, dream, dream away
by talking about your nightmares

I've been thinking of running to Cape Town
Or anywhere for that matter
All that matters
is getting away from disaster

Run away somewhere they don't know my name
where I can forget and dream away the pain
The place it's all the same.
Feel new air and take deep breaths.
Bustle and hustle in new relaxed ways.
Talk the nights away with my friends.

I would run away -away is the key word-
because this is too much to take
give me another blackout from tough reality
another sweet oblivion, forgetting and forgiving

So I am not moving from here.
but as soon as I can, I will get free
from my boundaries and my ache
and I will fly somewhere
I can start again, with or without you
I just need myself.

We began to dream one day with a kiss
But it's getting obvious this is just a heavy dream
This candy is lethargic and lulling
Makes us full with nothing, and...
He's winking me from the other side
Who's winking at those blue eyes?

We've got lives before us
We were complete before the start.
Much more exciting and realer than this -
we are on a ride I know will die.
You had your **** hard.
I had a photographer man.
(who makes me hot in turn)

So we are dreaming and it keeps us going
but a dream is not real and it will have to get gone one day.
I will get back to him, my root of desire.
At least, such is my wish.
You will get back to yourself - away from me in a way
and my smoke and my mirrors and my steam
I don't want you - but the dream makes me want to blow you
a kiss.

I know you are going to rip me in pieces
this might be no good
As you once did
But I am bound to, can't stop running to you...

And I've been trying to get away, do my life
Meet other guys, kissing them in cars
But I can't help it, you must be the one, you do
And it hurts a lot to be in love with you
because it would be much easier not to
You are the shady guy who makes me shake in desire
You are a reason to break my heart

And if you rip me up
once again and you don't understand
I will have to go alone, on my own
thinking of you every ******* night

(Oh, I've tried to love you
gave myself time to
but your candy is not enough
to keep him at bay
to make me stay

And I wish I could be in love with you
how grateful I am for all you do!
Your blue eyes could be the beacon to light up the path
But I am fixated on my thick glassed guy
And oh your light is not enough to cover up his steamy tracks)

Will you set me free
why did I have to fall for you?
You will break me, but
you get me so high though
Are you a light in my alien ride?
Will you shape my whole ****** life?
What the ****?

Do you want what I want
can we make it work?

I love (y)our bed,
and I have tried to get away
but I end up here
and so do you, it seems.
But the bed is a seed.
Sprouting something big.
The bed is the expression
of what lies underneath
**** mortgages and kids.
I want a lifetime of this...
of you and me

I want a lifetime of strolling down the street
with your hand in mine,
and you will give me a kiss
in the mechanic stairs
and when we are alone,
we will be unchained

You said I left a mark in you
a bite with my name all over
You made me express my whole;
you are my Lover

This is my bare heart
all I want from you.
All I want is the all of you.
To be joined with you,
to know you are with me.

Does this annoy you?
I am annoyed too.
And I will get more insistent,
the more you refuse.
(Of course you can say no,
this is merely explanations
on how my wretched heart works)

But this is my bare heart
I think I love you, I do.
I have big plans: do ya? do ya?
Let's keep on trying.
Let's say we do.
Let's take a ride together
as we used to

"the chore became my passion"
the passion was always there
my passion my death
there's so much to deal with
I don't think I really can tell

Every piece fits in a kind of way
The kaleidoscope is my way of life
And I get dizzy and tipsy sometimes
The spinning ceiling gives me glory and gives me pain
But it's the way I am made

Listen to all the signals
they all do speak
listen to your body
listen to the gaps in between

I got freed when I hit my head
The blood poured; but I lost my chains
I had nothing to lose so I went ahead...
Why do I replay in my brain things over and over again?
The answer is always to flow
Never force - life finds its own road
The road!
And write poems when in doubt on how.

Why was I able to carry on all the way?
Why did I survive and now I fall apart?
Odin's voice within - call him again