Coffee Break

Traveled over stick and stone

my feet are worn and so is my soul

I contemplate to be saved

by myth known to mist alone.


Oh guardian of the morning sound,

tell me where peace can be found

eternal and overflowing

as water falls in many forms

the life it ends in few brick walls.


I journey on through jungle leaves

Through dirty steppes, through desert sand

Through mountain rocks ten times a hill,

I seek to find and find I will.


And in an instant I stand before

A giant mass of black galore

A solitary statue of past and future

A shadow which casts a thousand worlds.


Gray, undetermined tower of molds

You despise and yet behold

The beauty you radiate

Fills me whole and then I watch and be told.


You have come to seek the truth,

Please be aware for I will tell your soul

When everything is finished, I make you a brick

To fit in this body of decaying stone.


I am saved, I scream to have and to hold

The tower of mercy before me

A ruin of souls

A tower of power alone in the sea

And now my destiny is filled

eternally.

Short Story

Once there was a pretty girl whose name was Cherry Joy and she lived in a chatel at the edge of the woods with her father, mother, brothers and sisters. If there was one thing that made Cherry Joy easy to remember was the fact that she loved strawberry shortcakes. There was a patch of strawberry shortcake bushes growing nearby but they had strawberry shortcakes only on special occasions, such as birthdays and Christmas, much to Cherry Joy's dismay. But she was a pleasant lass and could easily forget her troubles, specially when they were as silly as that.

One midsummer's day Cherry Joy fell in love with Blueberry who was just as in love with her. They were neighbors actually, but it took a certain magic in the summer air to coax love to blossom unexpectedly between them. They spent many happy times together, enjoying each other's company, watching the sun set from beneath the branches of Cherry Joy's special secret oak tree.

Her three little brothers liked Blueberry for he was a good-natured lad and often went fishing with them in that little sparkling lake in the middle of the forest. Her two older sisters liked him too, for he would help them gather berries and nuts from the deeper part of the woods which they were usually scared to go in by themselves. But Cherry Joy had one sister who didn't like Blueberry, not because she found fault with him but because she was jealous. Sour Grapes wanted Blueberry for herself. Yet there was nothing Sour Grapes could do, the way things were. So she watched and waited for her chance.

Now, unfortunately, Cherry Joy's father had the tendency to believe that all bad things said about boys, specially at that certain age, were true while most good things said about them were untrue. Sour Grapes had taken to tattling lies about Blueberry and Cherry Joy to her father. Such were her lies and so did her father believe Sour Grapes, that one night when Blueberry brought Cherry Joy home a little later than her curfew, Cherry Joy was forbidden to see Blueberry again. Cherry Joy pleaded saying that she loved Blueberry, his car had a flat, and that they hadn't done anything wrong. But her father was deaf.
There was no possible way for Cherry Joy to tell Blueberry that she was forbidden to see him for her father had not allowed her to leave the house nor was Blueberry allowed to visit her. A few months later her father relented and Cherry was glad to be free again. But as she left the house in search for Blueberry, she saw him and Sour Grapes hand in hand underneath the shade of Cherry Joy's special secret oak tree.

Heartbroken and her grief unbearable, Cherry Joy ran back to their house and into her room where she pined away. And not even the promise of unlimited strawberry shortcake could console her.