Rock n' Work

With music in my ears

And ideas in the mind

The comp-keyboard becomes my Hammond Organ,

Where I go Plinky-Plonka-Plinky-Plonka.

And while I rattle my Boogie,

Imagining lost souls dancing groovy,

Realms of paper get filled with Times New Roman,

In Font size sixteen.

And the band keeps jammin’

Somewhere in Europe

In the year 1972….

My friends, at work and otherwise

May the force, be with you too.

- 2:54 PM, while @ work, 20.8.08, listening to Grateful Dead,
Europe '72, CD 1.

Untill we rest in peace!

Death is a word

That ends a carefully crafted sentence called life.

Death is silence

That separates a song from the next one.

Death is a wishful end,

To a paragraph, hopefully, before the turning of a page.

Nothing but existence.

Passionless existence

befits only those

who choose

not to die

but live on

and drag with them the world

a littler closer to death.

If to live is to exist,

then don't live... Die!