No matter what

a rose is a rose

no matter what

she will always give

het heart

she can laugh

cry in the shade

she can be vulnerable

shy away

but...

she will always care

always share

the love she has

'cause a rose is a rose

and it's all she got

no matter, no matter

no matter...

what.

(c) JR. 2023

There was thunder

a woman can kill with so much

as a breath of love

a woman can kill with a look

love with an embrace and cry in the shade

a woman can kill with so much

as a gentle touch

feel the coldness of her charm

see that chill in her eyes

the hate when she smiles

still she speaks of love

which she promised

but easily forgot

whatever the reason took her love

it wasn't completely lost

like a disease some of it never leaves

a faint feeling remains disturbing in fact

'cause it doesn't rest

always a stir a movement is there

she knows it all too well it leaves her in despair

'cause strong the hate it's done in passion

'Love' its name

she came in for the kill yet loved so deeply

and couldn't afford it her strengt weakening

close to total surrender, there was 'Thunder'

(c) JR. long ago 1982

'POOR-city'

Poor-city has poor people no
haystack, no needle, Poor-city
only fot the needy

from all over the land, 'the poor'
come to a city in the sand, city
without a name

crowded in the shade, crowded
in the park, city without any larcs
where wooden birds

are carved, city without any tears
any fears, any faith, any shame, any
aim

where pride has no place, POOR-city
has only one kind, poorest people alive
where stealin'

is a way of life, with nothin' rich in
this life, this city is a 'POOR-sight'
at night

There was thunder

a woman can kill
with so much
as a breath of love

a woman can kill
with a look
love with an embrace

cry in the shade
a woman can kill
with so much

as a gentle touch
feel the coldness
of her arms
see the chill in her eyes

the hate when she smiles
still she speaks of love
wich she promissed
but easily forgot

whatever the reason
took her love
it wasn't completely lost
like a disease some of it

never leaves
a faint feelin' remains
disturbin' in fact
'cause it doesn't rest

always a stir
a movement is there
she knows it all too well
it leaves her in despair

'cause strong the hate
it's done in passion
love its name

she came in for the kill
loved so deeply
couldn't afford it

her strenght weakening
close to totall surrender
there was thunder


(c) JR.  2018