Come and look at me
As I get high in poetry
Poetry.

He did throw the ***** on my back!
And it wouldn’t stop coming out.
It gave me a sense of fascination,
And lewd.
I can not explain objectively why

I read your poem
I got my satisfaction
I gathered some humid leafs
And violets
Blossoming there in your head.

I check the phone

No message from you

And I wait

I wait

For a vibe

For some color

On these deserted days of mine.

Boy with long hair
I love looking at you.
I take long, long sights
Every night we meet up.

I need friend
To spend these empty days of mine
Where I talk to myself
And try to make myself happy

To have a coffee
To drink a little bit
To take a walk
To give a hug

The universe wants me cold
As I live this solitary life.

Anytime she would see
The branches of aloe vera,
She would be caught by surprise;
Those tall, moist, freckled branches;
She would swear
They belonged to a girl;
No there was no flower standing there
At the window;
There was a girl with moist,
Smooth, freckled thighs;
And wicked they were;
She wanted to sense that smooth curve,
That soft skin;
How she would pass her fingers
Eagerly along the flesh; they made her long;

I wished I met a boy in the city
Where I could share my problems
And still be called legit.

He asked me what I had been doing.
I had been writing two books of poetry. But since I could not sell them and they were not making money I said what he could understand. I said nothing.

I wanted to feel it
The joy of being understood.

I do not want to surprise you in a poem
I am not an entertainer
Call me a bad writer even
I express my thoughts
in paper
and if they are boring it is ok
they are genuine
and mine

You are the smile on my lip
You are the verse on the paper
I panick not to loose your number
There will be no poetries anymore.

There is not much you can do about it.
A bee is just like a bee.
Will wander around the garden.
Will chase after her own affair.
Flowers

You know nature?
That messed up wonder.
I got it in my veins.
In my blood
That is why I bloom.

I write - he said
Can I see your poems- I said
I wanted to see him.
I wanted to see the universe.

I miss your call
As I drink coffee
And smoke cigarettes
In this bar

Your soul is powerful
I need your vibe
To give me some warmth
This monday evening.

No matter what I did
I wanted to dance in the dark.

For a moment I took pleasure
On the fact that you existed
You were there
Silent
Withdrawn
But wise
Oh so wise

I felt I could talk to you
As if I talked to the moon
And God you could understand.

I love to look at you
Beautiful flower
I like your color
And the soft touch of your petals
But oh
You are an illusion
Beauty I create with my own eyes.

My chemical romance.
For you!
Bound together,
Moon and night.
Entangled on my ribs and bones.
You are the fire!
The knitted pleasure,
On this flesh of mine.

I want a new world today
I want to see and explore it
As I have fun
In the discovery Tm.

There is an immense beauty
That is waiting to be seen
Excastic
In fire
Take your pen
And write a poem
Today.

I think:
«Orchid
Is creamy and dreamy.
Rather than white.»

He is sleeping.
And I have taken time
To watch and enjoy him;
He is wearing a white undershirt,
That shows his white arms
And smooth skin;
The line of his muscles,
Play with the light.
And I can not but fix my eyes
On his strength coming out
And evaporating in the room;
A handsome flexible animal.
Designed to be fast and effective;
A beautiful leopard.
Fleeing over the green heaven;
This is he,
With his long and large muscles
On his legs
And arms;
With his strong and flexible spine;
He is my lover,
Companion, exotic animal.
Inspired by no one but his own strength and exuberance;

11 a.m. sun like a laughter.
You steal a glance from the window,
But get stuck and you do not want to go away.
It will be a wonderful day
Just wait and see.
Burning leaves…
Laughing trees…

I stare long at every face

That looks like you

Your are a mirage

I come towards you

Your body is a dejavu

Of warmth

Oh to touch it

Oh to have you mine.

I love our sweet little talks
I love your warm voice
your witty mind
when you have got a friend
you have got the world.

The texture of their love,
More and more looked like circles on water to me.
Presuming it was there,
As soon as i touched it,
It disappeared

What if my perception were all a psychedelic experience?
…A psychedelic ocean?
….Not to be feared of,
…To be accepted.
Waves going through your head.
Sometimes
…It is so much!
So deep!
So vast!

It was deep inside the forest,
Most violet underneath the shadow of rocks.
We could not see that flower.

Amethyste & Jimusic


I wear my
bath costume
And I surf by the ocean

Devoted
I never
miss a day.




He, in his
everyday dream
Hovers over
the beach


Moved by
her daily dedication
Wishing he
could surf.

2 seconds after I left you
In the street
I began missing you

Every night I go to the window to look at
The little bud that grows each day.
Today it's white like silk.
Jasmine is expecting to bloom.
I can not wait for daylight.  
In the morning, I look to see if it's awake.
The bloom gives a small tremble of joy.
It knows I dreamt, wrapped in silk sheets.
The white Goddess flower opens wide.
I am softly hugged by its fragrance.

I am tired of playing alone
Come and play with me
I am your *****
I crave what you've got
Give me some
Give me some.

A girl with a rainbow boot
Comes stealthily to my garden.
I only know,
She is there,
When I see flowers

I love you
And I can not believe I get to meet you
To touch you
To kiss you
You are too beautiful to be true

But here I am
Singing songs to the sun
Every time you write to me.

I write because I am!

I used to write in my room,
For a very long time.
No one else invited.
It was a lot of fun

A letter from you
Lights up a fire
Come write to me
Let's light up the city.

I miss that heat!
That warmth!
When I did dissolve.
When like a liquid once.

In a world where we weigh by ranks in the society
The richer the better
I am trying to see my self
For all that weighs in my inner me
But at times
It is hard
I have hard time visualising myself.

It is this thing with the human.
We got associations for everything.
A round vowel.
Square consonant.
For the touch of breeze on the skin.
Well absorbing it,
It might be some sort of mistake!?
Joke of Gods!
But they call it human!
Or art!

Some slight movement of the bed,
At night,
And I suddenly become alert;
Is it shaking?
Is it an earthquake?
I stop and stare,
But nothing moves anymore;
It might have been an illusive perception,
Or I have caused the movement
Of the bed;
I have never had
These kind of perceptions,
In my head before.
But we have had two earthquakes.
And even though,
The earthquakes have ended.
Memory remains;
Memory never leaves you;

In front of the universe
I was like a man with hallucinations,
I gripped,

I asked for the white man,
The white man;
When there was no white man standing there;

They hold the hands together
And ran through the forest
Aiming for the stars
Aiming for the stars.

Look around
It is all lucid
Beautiful
Radiant
You can not but stop and take your pen
And testify it
The immortal.

You cannot tell love!
You can only catch,
Visions of it!
Dream like!
Played as it lives on human constructions.

It is this thing with the human.
We got associations for everything.
A round vowel.
Square consonant.
For the touch of breeze on the skin.
Well absorbing it,
It might be some sort of mistake!?
Joke of Gods!
But they call it human!
Or art!
Nature

Your kisses were like honey
as I tasted them on the street
late at night
your embraces were like a silk scarf.

The fairy stood at the rock.
Her golden eyebrows fallen down.
I could hear her whisper to the waves.
The boy did not show up today.
He is not writing poetry anymore.

Humanity might get wiped out of the surface of earth.
And nature wouldn’t care.
It is in its kind to go.
Undisturbed!
Uncaring!
For the infant that helplessly relies on her.
For nature nothing ever begins.
Ever ends!
Ever exists!