Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 11: Fallen
She knows
She feels
No sounds needed
No words required
The loved one is not coming back
Fallen out there
Somewhere
In the rotten fields
A life cut short
The heart she cared for
A dead body
Filled up
With foolish memories
With impossible promisses
The one has left her for ever.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005
Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 12: Remaining traces
Empty bed
Lonely song
A trace remaining
In a heart of stone
Beyond her dream
No touches to feel
A trace remaining
In a memory to kill
Beyond her words
Tears grow old
A trace remaining
In nobody’s hold
Empty dream
Since the time she left
A trace remaining
From the day of her death.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Poem 10: Drums of March – March of Drums
Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 10: Drums of March – March of Drums
Again
The drums beat
(has she not heard them before?)
They beat and beat
Calling for war
Stealing the senses
Robbing the mind
Transforming the heart
Continuously
The drums pound
(Has she not paid to them attention?)
They pound and pound
Dancing for destruction
Changing into marches
Steel into guns
Humans into animals
Infernaly
The drums strike
(Has she awaken to reality too late?)
They strike and strike
Towards the end
That chould not have been
Youth innocence burned
By killing machines
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005
Book I: Death
Poem 10: Drums of March – March of Drums
Again
The drums beat
(has she not heard them before?)
They beat and beat
Calling for war
Stealing the senses
Robbing the mind
Transforming the heart
Continuously
The drums pound
(Has she not paid to them attention?)
They pound and pound
Dancing for destruction
Changing into marches
Steel into guns
Humans into animals
Infernaly
The drums strike
(Has she awaken to reality too late?)
They strike and strike
Towards the end
That chould not have been
Youth innocence burned
By killing machines
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Poem 9: No Choice
Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 9: No Choice
Signals and signs
The courage to be
From the heart
From the soul
Into the pounding
Into the glow
Signals and signs
Give no option
But the courage to be
Live with the fight
Til the bleeding stops
Or die in the night
Signals and signs
Without option
Without choice
Only renew the courage to be
Not any alternative
The struggle is her true identity
Signals and signs
Allow no option
To be followed
Continuing is the only way
The rediscovery of the courage to be
Keeping destruction at bay.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005
Book I: Death
Poem 9: No Choice
Signals and signs
The courage to be
From the heart
From the soul
Into the pounding
Into the glow
Signals and signs
Give no option
But the courage to be
Live with the fight
Til the bleeding stops
Or die in the night
Signals and signs
Without option
Without choice
Only renew the courage to be
Not any alternative
The struggle is her true identity
Signals and signs
Allow no option
To be followed
Continuing is the only way
The rediscovery of the courage to be
Keeping destruction at bay.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Only a poem
I am running from meeting to meeting, from writing to writing. Ijust have time to enter a poem today.
Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 8: Best Friend
Distert memories
Suffering battles
Wars
Cutting though the shades
Her weapon is her best friend
Down the hill
Over the fences
Pain disappears
Blood never dries
In the far distance
Bangs
Loud Cries
Run, run
Till the past fades
Her companion talks
Kills
Destroys
Down the hill
Over the fences
Run, run
Escaping life
Away from her self
As the mist transforms
Into her friendly hell.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005
Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 8: Best Friend
Distert memories
Suffering battles
Wars
Cutting though the shades
Her weapon is her best friend
Down the hill
Over the fences
Pain disappears
Blood never dries
In the far distance
Bangs
Loud Cries
Run, run
Till the past fades
Her companion talks
Kills
Destroys
Down the hill
Over the fences
Run, run
Escaping life
Away from her self
As the mist transforms
Into her friendly hell.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005
Monday, January 09, 2006
Reactions
Uff!
I did not expect so much reaction on my poems and other things. So I few points in answer to questions:
1. The date below each poem is when it was revised. Some of the poems have been written a long while ago, some have been read by others and some have been read in public. I have combined the poems to present a "kind of" story. But each book and each poem holds on its own.
2. Yes, some of my poems have been turned into music.
3. Questions about the poems can be sent to me here in the blog as comments.
4. Yes, I help people to get money in European projects. On this, go to my work webpage and write to my "professional" e-mail. Some of my friends just got nearly 350 thousand EUROS (aprox the same in dolars) from the European Commission. to work in a project for two years.
5. Questions about Akademi Norr can sent to the secretariat. Look at the address on the side. It is true the educational programmes and courses are good. In some case one is approaching 100% employment after higher education. There is even a Ski Akademy, if you are into combining higher education and winter sports.
6. Yes, the Challenge Award have really been compared to the Nobel Przie. The cerimonials are the same, in the same place, etc. For questions on the Challenge, one can write to the Challenge secretariat. It is also link to the side.
7. I admit: so far the blog format is kind of primitive. I will try to improve. Thanks to the criticisms.
Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 7: Golden Dragon
Nothing left
Just the sorrow
Lost Dream
A forgotten tommorrow
One step forward
You disappear
No scream
Not a single tear
Glad with your theft
Out of the way
In the future
To justice you will pay
Have a reward
Have two
Around the corner
A dragon waits for you.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005
I did not expect so much reaction on my poems and other things. So I few points in answer to questions:
1. The date below each poem is when it was revised. Some of the poems have been written a long while ago, some have been read by others and some have been read in public. I have combined the poems to present a "kind of" story. But each book and each poem holds on its own.
2. Yes, some of my poems have been turned into music.
3. Questions about the poems can be sent to me here in the blog as comments.
4. Yes, I help people to get money in European projects. On this, go to my work webpage and write to my "professional" e-mail. Some of my friends just got nearly 350 thousand EUROS (aprox the same in dolars) from the European Commission. to work in a project for two years.
5. Questions about Akademi Norr can sent to the secretariat. Look at the address on the side. It is true the educational programmes and courses are good. In some case one is approaching 100% employment after higher education. There is even a Ski Akademy, if you are into combining higher education and winter sports.
6. Yes, the Challenge Award have really been compared to the Nobel Przie. The cerimonials are the same, in the same place, etc. For questions on the Challenge, one can write to the Challenge secretariat. It is also link to the side.
7. I admit: so far the blog format is kind of primitive. I will try to improve. Thanks to the criticisms.
Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 7: Golden Dragon
Nothing left
Just the sorrow
Lost Dream
A forgotten tommorrow
One step forward
You disappear
No scream
Not a single tear
Glad with your theft
Out of the way
In the future
To justice you will pay
Have a reward
Have two
Around the corner
A dragon waits for you.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005
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