Poem II-11: First Time

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-11: First Time

Fifty years have passed
Since she noticed
The dancing steps
The same flow of life
Reveals to her
The timeless reality
No one sees

In those long years past
They moved closer and closer
But the smokes of war
Drove them apart
Now transformed by the whirwind of time
The dancing steps
Place them
Eye to eye

She dances like in the past
As in all her previous lives
She will move forth
To meet again
The steps dancing
As they did
As they do
And always will
For the first time.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-10: Take her

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-10: Take her

Take her hand
Take her heart
Taker her soul

Don’t leave her here
Don’t leave her alone
Take her back
Take her home

Take her hand
Take her heart
Taker her soul
Remember you only her
Remember she will only
The good you have created
The good you have done

Take her hand
Take her heart
Take her soul

She will forgive
She will forget
The days you evaded
The days you were gone.

Take her hand
Take her heart
Take her soul
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-9: Distant

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-9: Distant

Love is a distance
Bewteen the heart and the mind
Even travelling fast
The lover never arrives

Love is a road
Of flowers, of tears, of stones
Covered with steps of pain,
Broken bones

Love is a time
Breaking lives apart
No departure point
Impossible suffering road

Holds the lover
A prisioner within
The distance in between
The heart and the mind.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-8: The daughter she did not have

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-8: The daughter she did not have

Beautiful voice
Makes her glad
Makes her sad
Reaveals feelings
She seldom has

Flesh and blood
Brings her smiles
Brings her tears
Raises a forgotten bridge
To the tragedy she fears

Distant Ireland
Keeps her heart
Keeps her back
Awaken her love for the lost one,
Mary Black.

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-7: Flying Hearts

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-7: Flying Hearts

Dogs and cats
Hearts and flying bats
Feelings rejected
In wasted money
Collected
By banking rats

Lizards and parasites
Hearts and flying kites
Sensations recollected
In burned gold
Assembled
By blood sucking mites

Chaos and dooms
Hearts and flying balloons
Stories invented
In trashed notes
Accumulated
By graveyard cartoons.

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-6: Blue Storm

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-6: Blue Storm

Uncertainties, problems
Trouble your life
Every six months
A difficult time

Give yourself a minute
Listen to the sign
The worst storm
You can ride

As strange as it seems
Confront the dark zone
In the turbulence
You will find the one

Take the one inside
Together you will fly
Away from the clouds
Towards your blue bright sky.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-5: Sisters in Blood

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-5: Sisters in Blood

Ages passed
Our time has come
We are back
We have returned

You have oppressed
Now we are not alone
Hearts united
With those you repressed

Your days counted
You, we do not fear
From the confrontation we emerge
With our destiny controlled

Life recovered
From your bloody feet
From your hatefull self
That has no right to be

Our age has arrived
The time has come
We are back
We have returned.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-4: Our Streets

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-4: Our Streets

The time has arrived
The time to make a stand
Our souls are together
We hold our hands

These are our streets
By our parents built
Everyone is wellcomed
If they are at peace

Even you
If you leave behind
Your greed
Your disrespectfull way of life

These are our streets
By our work we have built
Every one is wellcomed
If their heart is at peace

You don’t need to join us
Follow your fate
Keep your money
Keep your gold, your hate

We keep the streets
To our children we build
Every one is welcomed
To our world, our peace.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-3: Girlfriends in New Ark - Spider’s web of life

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-3: Girlfriends in New Ark - Spider’s web of life

To remember
To forget
Threads of the same
Web of life

Even in departure
Spider cries for forgiveness
From the hungry
Angry smile

The soul stops
Tears meet cold other eyes
Disguising also
The pain of good bye

Wonderfully struggling
Two young women keep alive
The love they share
For each other’s heart.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-2: Full Life

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-2: Full Life

An empty bottle
A full glass
Difficult trials
Still not forgotten

The wine flows
Into the lonely glass
Not likely to stay
As memory grows

Time refuses to stop
Fills up the glass
Stolen clock
To return not

No choice! No choice!
Breakes the glass
Step by step
welcomes freedom's voice

But the past always follows along
Inside a cage of glass
Forever imprisoned
By a life gone.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-1: The Lonely Human

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-1: The Lonely Human

The nightmare
Humans fear the most:
To wake up
With nobody in their lives

Blinded
Humans accept
The first hand
Even the claw
Of the most evil of evil minds

Trapped
Paralised
Humans remain
In the dark
Terrified by their own
Empty hearts

Desperate choice
For the humans who
Refuse to accept
The one is always there
To carry them
Towards the light
To a land of everywhere.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Into Conflict

The Book of death in the Station Cafe closed with the poem Flame. The next book is about to start. Conflict - coming soon, either during the weekend or monday.
Difficult day today.

Poem 16: Flame

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 16: Flame

Reflect her pain
Reveal her soul
Dancing flame

In the fire
She walked
She suffered
She fought

Mirror of yesterday
Of the morning not yet made
Dancing flame

From the fire
Through the air
Against the rain
She returns home

Rediscovering her love
Eternally retained
In a forever waiting
Dancing flame.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem 15: Victory

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 15: Victory

Battle lost
Running Blood
Tears drop
Her heart in pain

The struggle still rages
She steps out
Abandon the fight
Her life, he cannot contain

Now, he feels victorious
Over nothing
What ever he has done
He will do it again

But in the end
He will stay
In the middle of nowhere
Gone with no aim

And then She will be free
In her happiness
With her self control
Her existence regained.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem 14: Lady of the Dark

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 14: Lady of the Dark

Exploding Heart
She realizes
Gone not to return
Angry
She screams
At the endless tune
Hurt
Jealous of death
Now dancing with the one
She promisses revange:
Her life an existence to the full
And only much later
To take back
Her loved one
From the Lady in Black.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem 13: Reapper Ripper

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 13: Reapper Ripper

They come
Go
Disappear
Memories of tommorrow
Ghosts from yesterday

Remembraces to come
Of the children yet unborn
He looks
Gazes
Sees
Those whom in the future
He will,
At last,
Meet

They arrive
Depart
Reappear
Ghosts from tommorrow

Memories
of yeasterday
Voices still present
Of the dead yet alive
They fade
Materialise
For the grim reapper
Her beautiful future
Is only his past
To reap.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poems, 11: Fallen and 12: Remaning Traces

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

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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

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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

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

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Only a poem

I am running from meeting to meeting, from writing to writing. Ijust have time to enter a poem today.

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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

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