Kira's Poems

My Poems

Will you survive without me?

The Brazil nut tree won't survive without the bumble bee and the bumble bee won't survive without the tree but will you survive without me?

The more we discover the more we realize how little we know about the design and the interconnection of it all. The Brazil nut won't survive without the bumble bee and the bumble bee won't survive without the tree but will you survive without me?

If all in the immense and infinite universe is connected and all things dependant on each other our ignorance blinds us to its fragility. the Brazil nut won't survive without the bumble bee and the bumble bee won't survive without the tree but will you survive without me?

All songs, poems, art happens for a reason and might all be connected, the poet will not create without his muse, the singer won't sing without his pain, the writer will never write in vain and the Brazil nut won't survive without the bumble bee and the bumble bee won't survive without the tree but will you survive without me?

But will you survive without me?

The Night

I wonder why I love the night so much

May be it is because it is a time for

stillness

reflection

silence

A time where all is quiet asleep

And if just for a while

Not wanting

Not demanding

Not buzzing around

Not making a sound

Not laughing

Not crying

Not loving

Not lusting

Not worrying

Not caring

All quietly breathing in and out almost innocently almost pure almost part of it all

Lost in dreams lost in rest

Only then the night creatures can come out from underground making no sound

Just being there underneath the stars underneath the moon

Breathing the still air just being there

Not wanting

Not demanding

Not buzzing around

Not making a sound

Not laughing

Not crying

Not loving

Not lusting

Not worrying

Not caring

Just gazing at the starts and staring…..

Glimpses of Heaven

Glimpses of Heaven when I see your smile
Glimpses of Heaven when I stop for a while
Glimpses of Heaven when I stop and stare
At all the beauty which has always been there

Glimpses of Heaven when I dare to dare
To be all the things that I can be;
Good and bad, happy and sad, beauty and beast,
Loving hand and fist

Glimpses of Heaven when I look up to the sky
Glimpses of Heaven when I fall into the deep blue of your eyes
Glimpses of Heaven when I dare to dare
Dare to be free and simply me totally free
From all the lies they taught me
From fear, morality, hypocrisy

Glimpses of Heaven when I stop and stare
Glimpses of Heaven when I dare to dare

Mothers Day

Today of all days….

You come to haunt me

Like a ghost that I cannot see

Like a phantom that lives within me

You pull at my insides

Making my womb bleed and ache

Making me drawn in this mysterious feeling

But then today of all days

My angels are here to rescue me

And in they come into my darkness

Bringing me flowers funny little cards made up of

Paper with peculiar little drawings of me

Smiling red lips smiling red lips smiling red lips

And they stop me from going under and they pick me up

My little angels how they know everything

My little angels are so full of joy, mischief and fun…

Today they are mine

But just today

Though with me belong not to me

And will be flying soon with their own thoughts dreams and souls

And the guilt inside for not always getting it right

Vanishes completely as none has loved them more that I

Totally unconditionally joyfully gratefully

Blessed are those souls who are given the chance to love in this way

Today of all days….my ghost you can fuck off and go way….

Infinite Sadness

I am falling, falling, falling
and When I fall, I fall, I fall
I fall to the bottom of the deep blue sea
and no one can rescue me but me
So I lay there motionless, minute
suffocating, contemplating
if hurting stops when breathing stops
there is no answer to this question
so I slowly rise to the top
and breathe again
become part of it all again
just like another grain of sand
minute insignificant yet as immense as the universe
ready to fall fall fall
all over again

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Tick tock tick tock I hear the clock
Ticking away tocking all day
I have the hours the same hours
That has been given to you and me
I chose my time to wonder and dream
and enjoy all the emotions in between
Sometimes I laugh, Sometimes I cry
with tick tock passing me by
Sometimes I lay in my bed
With thoughts of you in my head
You seem so far yet so near,
as if singing in my ear.
What is time if not to waste away
Don't let it slave you in anyway

Time to stop and smell the flowers
Time to sing and dance for hours
Time to cuddle time to slowly kiss
Time for passion and time for bliss
Tick Tock Tick Tock Go away
For I have no time for you today

Kings Of Football

Yes they are the boys and now they stand strong and tall

Yes they are the boys

They are the kings of football

I can still see them

Running down the shanty towns

To play on hot sand

To play on rough ground

Yes they are the boys and now they stand strong and tall

Yes they are the boys

They are the kings of football

Drinking dirty water

To keep hunger at bay

Dribbling that ball

Until the end of day

Yes they are the boys and now they stand strong and tall

Yes they are the boys

They are the kings of football

And many more will follow to stand strong and tall

Running down the shanty towns

With a ball at their feet

I Can Only Be As Happy As I Can Be

I can only be as happy as I can be

Living through being me

You can only be as happy as you can be

Living through being you

Get tired sometimes of being me

Want to be someone else

Manu Chao, Tori Amos , Picasso or Pascal

Get tired of continuous consciousness

Clouding my brain

Long for the ecstasy of sweet oblivion

Intense, multiple, orgasmic

Making me float

Into nothingness

I can only be as happy as I can be

Living through being me

Trying to get a glimpse

Of what is like to be you

Modern Man / Ancient Man

Getting stoned Getting stoned

Getting high Getting high

Since the beginning of time

Ancient man ancient man

Get in touch with inner child

Feel the void feel the void

Hard to face what is real

Better to feel part of the surreal

Getting high getting high

Heaven is here

Here and now

May be nothing out there anyhow

Getting high getting high

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