Turtle

The light was black and white

While the night was screaming,

Above the towers of the bridges

That burned behind our hearts.

Thinking through our laughter

And merging with the stars

Of happy sirens screaming

How unfair the fate

That tortured a lost soul

Of yellow bright

In spirit, light and eyes.

Saint Paul built walls and kept him there,

Buried from the outside world,

For he thought his madness was

A wound for world and self.

Kept away from starry nights

And automs of rust red,

He locked himself in shameless rooms

Pitiless to his despair.

How great his pain to paint himself

Dragging the chains, imprisoned...

Pain, paint, painless

Symphonic poem,

In lines and dots and rows

And what you hear,

You see and smell,

Feel and remember and

listen again and again and again!

For the artists hold

Their souls still tangled, still unknown,

But visible and rough

How heavy are the chains

And how clenched the bite

Of those in search of selfish pleasure

In bones that can not fight?

How fearful must they be of life

And how bitter their tongues

To harm the ones that love them

And love to cause the harm?

How meaningless their actions

Ruled by their own decay,

But how deep the pattern

How to take care of the sane?

Make them hear the creaking doors,

Make them see the shadows,

Bury sanity alone

And throw dirt above and under.

How to take care of the sane?

Make them listen to the voices

And write lyrics without sense,

Make them love the scary noises

And enjoy thunders and rain.

How to take care of the sane

When the world doesn’t allow it?

When to feel fear and to feel pain

Are bashed against the wall, or written,

Nonexistent to the sane.

Take care of the sane and show them

And I find myself falling again,

Painting a mask of laughter and peace,

Playing my role

With a feather like soul,

But tied with iron belts.

And I find myself tired again,

Sleeping again,

Sleepless again,

Less.

Release my soul,

Which has relapsed

In deeper waters than I know

And fallen down to shadow paths,