My skin is thick
but it's fear in disguise
cuz in love
I am frozen
like a sculpture
carved in ice
My body rigid
Lips don't move at all
I can't shout
I can't scream
I can't say a word
My mouth is charmed
My voice is lost
And it seems I cannot move on
And it seems I am not moving at all
Ice floes adrift on the tear duct
Anger - a whisperer in my dreams
through cracks and breaks
through waves and carves of love
I am fading
under the cold cold surface
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Beauty is always out of your reach
Residing in the faraway place
It does not wait for anyone
The permission to step in is not required
All you can do is to look from afar
Look at the sky and see
It's up there
s o m e w h e r e
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
In the desert of hopelessness, solitude,
dying of unimaginable thirst
Astray, exhausted pilgrims await
redemption
above thin air
gradually unveil
sweat-soaked
parts of their hidden identity
The last luscious mirage
lures to death
with fairy castles, fairy lands
Gaze of night - eye of depths
The last straw
broke the camel’s back
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
Die into me,
Every kiss is a prayer
As I whisper a prophesy
To your body.
The night will keep us
As we constellate our passion.
I die into you,
I await you on the other side,
There open my soul
And read the inscription:
He died a thousand times,
Reborn inside her,
The Sacrificial Lover.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
God, I wanted to be a poet
Yet, we both know
That the only thing I have to do with poetry
is its declamation and ethereal breath of wind
I will be honest with you
I don’t understand your poems
Neither do I care about their meaning
Scraping of a trembling voice
Overwhelming noise
I am again all alone
out of tune chaos gone
Wipe my eyes while
I am losing myself
In glory of deep tones
In spasms and cracks of words
I feel so high
I feel so low
This is what you made me for
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC