the picture of a boy

There he is again
sitting and staring.
He can't find a meaning,
he can't see the reason.

The chair brown and old,
the desk rusty and gray;
yet, he sits as if brought from heaven,
trying to give life a meaning.

He himself cannot see the meaning.
His gaze, his sight, in it there is no life.
The paper he holds tears in his hands;
the ink splatters on the floor.

The beautiful drawing is ruined,
the heavenly face is deformed.
He now falls on the floor.
Is he dead or alive? I shall never know.

psychedelic rainbows

many colors, no emotion,
not enough soul,
one being

rain drops fall, sun shines,
rainbows form,
no gold

dark room, one light,
one chair, all alone,
there I sit

people all around,
one soul, no love,
there I stand

one beauty, all I see,
it's enough, not for me,
psychedelic rainbows