Poem III-4: Beauty in Time

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book III: Life
Poem III-4: Beauty in Time

Eternal beauty
Penetrating eyes
A changing face
Facing
The changes of my time

Internal beauty
Changing looks
An unchageable gaze
Chaging
The faces of my time

External beauty
Scratching surfaces
A wonderful memory
Confronting
The beauties of my time.

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem III-3:Sometimes - A Good Life

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book III: Life
Poem III-3: Sometimes - A Good Life

Sometimes I loose my balance
Sometimes I loose my control
Sometimes I loose my step
And fall into a hole

Sometimes I feel like dancing
Sometimes I feel like singing
Sometimes I feel like crashing
And get my ears ringing

Sometimes I am just alone
Sometimes I am just myself
Sometimes I am just happy
And exist like no one else

What a good life!

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem III-2: Objective

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book III: Life
Poem III-2: Objective

Plant a tree
In a garden
In Japan.

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem III-1: A Song She Sang When She Woke Up

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book III: Life
Poem III-1: Supper Dupper Winny Winner
(A Song She Sang When She Woke Up)

This is a rabbit’s song
Sing it at your favorite tune
As you go along

No matter
Trouble awaits
No matter where you walk
Rubble’s on the way.

This is a rabbit’s song
Sing it at your favorite tune
As you go along

A hunter’s silence
A fox in the alley
A plastic tomato
Dinner for the kids in the valley

This is a rabbit’s song
Sing it at your favorite tune
As you go along

No matter
Trouble in the sky
No matter where you scape
You will find a crazy flie

This is a rabbit’s song
Sing it at your favorite tune
As you go along

Big as an elephant
Hungry as a snake
A plastic tomato
Lunch for the spider in the lake

This is a rabbit’s song
Sing it at your favorite tune
As you go along

No matter
You will hop(e) the troubles away
No matter where you fly
Today is always a better day

This is a rabbit’s song
Sing it at your favorite tune
As you go along.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-15: Freedom!

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-15: Freedom!

Heart half past
She recovers a soul once gone
Nothing but the stressing
Of love undone

Away fast
She takes to the happy run
A thing keeps bodering
He faked like no one

Life’s die cast
She realises she is alone
Something still remaining
Like a musical tone

Free at last
She feels it in every bone
Everything he is wanting:
Alas! She will do it on the phone!
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-14: A moment

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-14: A moment
She will make you an offer
As you fly high in the air
Give her your future
You shall inherit her past

Before you land
You have an option
Take her word
Or forget your redemption

After you arrive
No turning back
You stay together
Never to move apart

She will say no more
The decision is yours
She will carry you forever
Towards a life after all lives.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-13: Recollections

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-13: Recollections

Presents and gifts
Behind the lenses
Eyes still see
Same old faces
Young recollections
From the heart’s deep

Alive for always
Despite hardships
A warrant
Of true friendship
In words, in signs
For ever to keep

Presents and gifts
Hidden by pretences
She gazes across
Beyond the senses
New memories
Taking a short leap

Into a permanent life
Avoiding the evil lordship
Accepting the great beauty
Of a dedicated fellowship
In traces, in lines
For ever to keep.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-12: Alice

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-12: Alice

And now:
Alice has a dog
Who scared the tax man away
A lover she cares for
A dream job she dreamt of
Not in that order
Not in that making

And in the past:
Alice had a cat
Who flew into his death
A husband she forgot
A fuzzy job she dropped
Not in that order
Only in that making

And now:
Alice owns her future
From the lab to the top
Her happy life of success
Pretty wrinkles of stress
Typical of people
At their best

Now again:
Alice followers
From Paris to L.A.
Her trail of achievements
Great experiments
Observe more
Than many rich days.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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.