I was looking for answers

I was looking for answers

but had no questions

a.m.

I like to live alone

I like to live alone

what are all these other people doing here on earth?

a.m.

there´s no one else around

there´s no one else around(A.Melleby, 07.28.14)

bringing me down

when I want to be up there

with you

seems to be my doom and gloom

it seems you are in no need

of getteing better

in no need

to get well

stepping out in the desert sun

ending up with the moon

and a pocket full of sand

suicidal tendencies

but still alive

and still counting tears

there´s  no one else around

I never met her

I never had her

but she´s got the likes of you

the torch´s still burning

the flame´s still bringing light to the hope

the hope my heart will always carry

protected by my soul

there´s no one else around

silence

ilence(A.Melleby, 07.23.14)

every day I do try to read between the lines

to enhance the time I spend with my fellow being

often I find my life haunted by the impeculiar, valueless and tossed at sea

my thaughts are drifting off and vanishing into the etarnal fog

the fog that covers the lake where I go to rest my feet

when this world gives me too much of what I do not want

to say that this occurs on a regular basis would not be an understatement

it´s more like it, as a matter of fact

there are butterflies there too, many enough to fill the air

making it hard to breathe properly wihout risking inhaling one of them

with their large, black satin wings that look like their covered with powder

flying rapidly around changing paths every second

avoiding getting caught by predators roaming above them

although it´s a wonder how they avoid crashing into each other

if I could speak to them, I would and in a sense, I do

we are both aware of each others excistance and respect each others presence

nothing more and nothing less as they are all beholders of what all great art starts with:

silence

living their entire lives in constant motion without making a single sound

I better leave and get back to the real world and get some more of what I do not want

there are fish in the lake as well

but that´s a different story

close your eyes(A.M.)

close your eyes and count to ten
I may not be here tomorrow

faces

faces                                                               (A.Melleby, 07.18.14)

people in the street

passing by my flat

unaware of the eyes of mine

watching them all come and go

places

we´ve all been places

but that doesn´t mean we´re going anywhere at all

those are thoughts coming to my mind

traces

of love in the purest darkness

another walk in the park

no siree bob

I think not

I´ve climbed mountains

I´ve stumbled and taken a fall

I´ve risen and still stand tall

casting my shadow

over the ones that tried to keep me down

keeping them in the shade of the rays

maintaining my tan

faces

people in the street

passing by my flat

unaware of the eyes of mine

watching them all come and go

places

we´ve all been places

but that doesn´t mean we´re going anywhere at all

those are thoughts coming to my mind

traces

of love in the purest darkness

another walk in the park

no siree bob

I think not

I´ve climbed mountains

I´ve stumbled and taken a fall

I´ve risen and still stand tall

casting my shadow

over the ones that tried to keep me down

keeping them in the shade of the rays

maintaining my tan