He was eighteen years old when they made him a king.
It must have been very hard for him to control the ring.
He heard different voices from left and from right
And they all sounded the same in his young man’s heart.
But little by little as he got bruised all over,
He started to withdraw into his own altar.
And though to all it was crystal clear
That the king was dying as they were near,
Nobody wanted to unprison him in,
Because all they wanted was:
“The king is dead! Long live the kin!”

Lil
02/04/2014

Mistakes are here to be corrected.
If we don’t correct them,
We get infected.
And infection just doesn’t go away;
If it is not admitted,
It will stay.
But if we say “Sorry”,
We no longer have to worry.
Because “Sorry” is a cleansing word
That takes away all the dirt.

Lil
01/04/2014

It’s incredible, dear, but you must be free to see
What wonderful things I can ‘lee’ in a tree.
I can ‘lee’ a cup and a chandelier,
Which have tears or leaves as you go near.
I can ‘lee’ flowers or juices or candles,
Which make it exceptional among all other same-as.
A tree can bloom or wither or stay evergreen,
But that depends on whether it’s near a stream.
If it’s near a stream, it will win.
If it is not, it will rot.
And if it rots,
It’s subject to God’s wrath.
But if it wins,
It will always be part of God’s dream,
Which means that you and me can become branches of His everlasting t(h)ree.

Lil
30/03/2014

Dogs are everywhere.
They can be common or they can be rare,
But what they can’t be is
They can’t be a dare.
And they certainly can’t be everyone’s snare.
They lick and luff and lack.
They sniff and snuff and snack.
But they never have the guts to go
Where the world is not a show.
‘Cause if you want to do so
It takes a man’s heart to set.
And a man’s heart is hard to get
When you’re in a closet’s jet.

Lil
29/03/2014