Helplessly hoping…

What can I say? What can I do?

Reality has got cracks. And every day a violent idiot bombs or shoots or hacks or drives more holes in it with explosive belts or rifles or axes or trucks. When did tools become weapons?

And every day these other idiots use violence as an excuse for restrictions and more violence.

Where is the limit? Where does it stop? Will it ever stop?

Everywhere two people gather or try to unite they disagree and start to fight.

Sometimes even one person is split in parts and cannot live in peace with itself.

What can you do? What can you say?

I don't know the answers or where to start looking for them.

These thoughts are no original thoughts, these words no original words.
I know these words have been written and said before.

These thoughts have been thought without solution to the problem.

What is worse? What is better?

Helplessly hoping? Or hopelessly helping?

Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby

Awaiting a word

Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit he runs

Wishing he could fly

Only to trip at the sound of goodbye

Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders

At the empty place inside

Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams he worries

Did he hear a good-bye?

Or even hello?

They are one person

They are two alone

They are three together

They are for each other

Stand by the stairway you'll see something certain to tell you

Confusion has its cost

Love isn't lying it's loose in a lady who lingers

Saying she is lost

And choking on hello

They are one person

They are two alone

They are three together

They are for each other.

And still there must be hope.

We shall overcome not just survive somehow.

What may save us me and you

is that other people love their children, too.

But after everything is said and done

all that remains is silence.

But does it have it to be silence?

Reality is a song. The whole world is one song.

Let's sing it together…

When did I start writing Klingon calendar sayings?