The crystal ship - by The Doors

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line

Beer (part) - by Bukowski

Well there's beer
Sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
And when you pick one up
The bottle fall through the wet bottom
Of the paper sack
Rolling
Clanking
Spilling grey wet ash
And stale beer
Or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
In the morning
Making the only sound in your life

She's a calculator of perception

She's a calculator of perception
Some simple equations and she's right there

I wonder if she knows, it might not be deception?
Does she know, whether to lock the doors
Or open up the reception?

She's a calculator of perception
Some simple equations and she's right there

I'd better run, change of scene
Fear of being equal
Better off with prediction

She's a calculator of perception
I'm afraid she knows, it might not be deception..

Lay down

Nothing known
No direction to go

So what is there to know
When there is nothing to do?

What is there to be
When there is nothing to become?

What is there to say
When words are only astray?

Lay down closing mouth
Lay down closing eyes
Lay down leaving thoughts

Lay down..

Make it red

Emotions are stuck in-between
Where they can't be felt
Between opposite exits

Don't have to stay
Just can't leave.. (yet?)

Must wait in this sacred place of protection
Sheltered from deeply loved monsters

Only left with smell, vision and touch
Registering activity with absent appreciation

Waiting..
For the famous alchemist to stroll by

Waiting..
In the usual grey

Nothing we trust

Are we evolving?
Altering universe?

Are we a morphing monster?
A dying star?

Could it be a maggot coming out of it's cocoon?

Nothing we know
Nothing we trust

Pleasure vs Despair

Switchblade
Darkness
Silence

Moaning to deaf ears
Amused in the shadows

Despair and Pleasure has been shed

Pleasure murderer
Victim of Despair

It's just a soul in distress
Illuminating appreciation of life

Visions divine

Confiscated years finally returned
Proven of no use for the investigation
Am I supposed to feel whole now?

Future's put to the past
Hearing stories already told
Am I supposed to feel present now?

Blending roots in a bowl of dreams
Overlooking a colourless summerfield
Wishing this potion of mine
Will breed visions divine..

A tribute to Jim Morrison

Looking for answers to questions unknown
Life trying to convince itself it's already free
Incarcerated by the pursuit of freedom
Simultaneously pursued by death

It was just another day
Stuck in between

Maybe the pursuer is the end of the pursuit
Is death the answer to the unknown?

Is that why you died so young?

Who am I?

A room

Walls clearly looking for work elsewhere
Filled with an athmosphere of commotion
Overcrowded by indignant air
Confused mirrors, not knowing what to reflect

Under the carpet, away from the common eye
Lies a state of mind with no name or description
Where am I?

Can't remember reasons or purpose
Looking through a clueless window
Trying to remember
Who am I?

Friend Indifference

Unleash aggression
Just to see if it's there

If there was any unused aggression..

Return to regression
Just to see if you are supressed

Enlightened indeed,
But for what?

Friend Indifference
Never too far away
Always too close

Preferably you
Or a poisonous rose

When time has changed

When time has changed
Nothing is really different
Except time
Indifferent as the presence

I twist worlds
As an old drunkard..
... is consuming time

Thats why I dare to twist
To screw around
Even if failure is too frequent
Hope occasionally finds the surface
Drifting ashore
Where it goes next
Only delirium and a lost sense of time can tell