I keep slicing reality
With the Knife of Reason,
Yet brushing winds
Carry scents of hope.
Neuron connections of
Misconceptions -
Is that causation
Or empty words?
I keep dicing my days
Climbing the ego
Of a shoreless mind
You keep coming my way
Wearing nothing but bands
Around your thighs -
Limelight moments.
Ticking clocks.
Shivers
Down my spine.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Sleep.
Seven-AM
Smoke
****
Shave
Shower
Street
Shinning Sun
Scrambled-eggs
Steps Steps Steps
Subway
Steps Steps Steps
Sit
Work Work Work
Smoke
Work Work Work
Sandwich
Work Work Work
Stop
Swim
Stretch
Sauna
Shower
Something Sweet
Smile
Slow Stroll
Soup
Steak
Some sips of wine
Steps
Subway
Steps Steps Steps
Sofa
Some TV-Series
Some random thoughts
Smile
Sleep.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
I need
To find
My poetry.
I think
It's hiding
In my
Weekly Planner.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
Turn your head
and see the sparks.
Look him in the eyes
as he walks pass you on the street.
I end at your fingertips
and you start in mine.
All of this violence of
“you” and “me” and “them” and “us”
and what hasn’t been said?!
from cliche to cliche
but we’re still here,
we’re still standing in front of each other
we’re still holding our heads up high
we’re still tearing and salting the skies -
We’re still us.
You and me.
Turn your head and see the sparks.
From afar.
From lands we’ve never been to
and stars we’ll never reach
you are in arms length
high above the clouds
of the deep seas
as crystal clear ideas
get all mixed up
in between
those daily walks we used to take
those silent trips down to the park.
The sun goes down.
I can hear the grass growing
under my feet and
the kites brushing through the lights
on tiny strings by tiny kids.
Just turn your head and see the sparks.
Daddy used to say that
sticks and stones
may break my bones
but not the words
but daddy’s gone
and your words burn.
As if you weren’t me
some time before as if
we ever parted
from the dust
from which we’re born
as if the echoes
ever stop and I
can feel the cries
of ancient birds
just screaming to the sun
for more of that.
we’re all just screaming
to the sun
for more of that.
Why don’t you turn your head
and see the sparks?
It is 99% invisible
but there is love
and there are lies.
And in between those lines
thy warming flames
they touch me not
bewildered soul
what have I got myself into.
lost but safe.
Remember those nights
on the roofs?
just you and me
and the stars above
and those people
in the windows all around
watching us as we made love?
Those spells we whispered
to the wind
just before
the sun came up.
Turn your head and see the sparks.
There is love -
and there are lies.
And in your eyes
that roaring flame of
passion burning
through the sieve
releasing all
the words we’ve never spoken
all the turns we’ve never taken
it’s been so long
since we’ve got lost.
You had so many names.
I was a god and
you were frightened
you were reaching
from the depths
of my perception
to the corner
of my eyes
and I can still see your face.
Your whole expression
dripping with lust
every move that you made
made my hands
touch my crotch
with your
shining red lips
blushing cheeks and
black dresses.
Turn your head and
see the sparks.
We were sipping Chartreuse
but we had
a whisky kind of love
of broken glasses
filled with blood
the doctor said
we’ll never make it
but the curtains
couldn’t stop
the light from flooding
and the
dreams from coming
as we were laughing
out
our
hearts.
Turn your head
and
see the sparks.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
I think of poetry
While I **********
And of ***
While I work.
And **** the Buddha!
What does he know
About my life
Anyway?
Anyway
It makes more sense
For you to leave now
Get out of my head
I’m chewing on nightmares
And you’re a bubble-gum-ballon
Just waiting to explode
All over my face
And when did I ever
Let you in
Anyway?
**** the buddha.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
Remember when you -
never mind.
It doesn't matter.
Remember when I -
Oh just forget it.
The moment's gone.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
I'm a
Web Developer
Which is
The politically correct term
For
Professional Stalker.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
Before you say "no",
let me tell you a story -
about a boy,
and a girl,
and a cat.
Truth is -
I don't really like cats,
so let's have instead -
a frog.
And a black magic hat.
"for my next magic trick -"
said the frog,
"I need 2 volunteers -
a boy and a girl!",
and the crowd
Was roaring with joy.
Then up to the stage,
From nowhere at all,
Walked a boy in a hood,
With a dark brown bow,
And whispers all over -
"but where is the girl?".
The frog took his hat off,
And flipped it around,
He swished it and pinched it,
And made some weird sounds,
When out of the hat,
Jumped a girl with a crown!
"the princess!", they shouted,
"what a pleasant surprise!".
"Please, my dear fellows",
asked the frog from the crowd,
"The show hasn't started,
PLEASE relax and sit down!".
The girl wasn't nervous,
And the boy played it cool,
But then their eyes met -
And in that very instant,
The frog gave the mark -
"Ba ba bam! Ba ba bam!"
And the whole world
Went
Silently
Dark.
One star started blinking,
And then a few more,
"Thank you all!",
said the frog,
With his hands held up high,
But the crowd,
Bewildered,
Understood not what for -
"but.. Where is the magic?",
they demanded to know.
"Relax my dear fellows!",
beseeched them the frog,
"RELAX and behold -
The greatest magic of all!"
The frog cleared the floor.
The stars all aligned.
And at the edge of the stage,
with their backs to the crowd,
sat the boy and the girl -
his hand resting on her lap.
Her head, on his shoulder.
Then their heads tilted back,
And all the worlds heard,
the most beautiful story,
which has ever been told -
The sounds
Of
Laughter-in-love
Between a boy
And a girl.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
If the Moon
Cannot refuse
To reflect
The sunlight glow -
How can
A loving heart
Say "no"?
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC