The senses can't define the things I like the best

Love springs fort when I ask it not, and it will do the rest

Speaking of rationality, where are you my sceptic
when the heart aches and breaks indefinitely

Why hide if the truth can always be found

Am I incompatible with this machinised world?

Aren't we all

Being here
Concerned
Like a lonely commander
I gaze upon my platoon of emotions
Worried of the unknown
Calm before my own death
I wage war
For the peace in between

In my good moments
I merely lean forward
Relaxed and emerged into the future

This perfection I understand
As time ticking away

Yet why is there this state of imperfection
When I feel I'm not here, nor there
Something absurd gripping me
Throwing me sideways

And both being equally euphoric
I do wonder
How would one go about separating these two
For I do like them both

Separately

My blue walls
echo somber calls
Of people I've met along the way

I'm alone
But not really
These ghosts have made their stay

One by one
You come to me
But there isn't a word you would obey

You sing
My heart open
I let you, I know you well, I know you are okay

I've been thinking lately
Nightly thoughts, taking lightly my daily oughts
I still seek what I have always sought
I still feel caught, by the same highs, my sane lows
As far as I know, that's how each story goes
You dip your toes, your ears and nose
You flip stones, you bring light to your foes
You go back...
To feel that the lack
Is no more
And you
Endure

World seems pretty set
Everything follows its natural path
But us

Why did you eat that apple
I don't know anymore
I think?

To think like you've never thought before
Feel like you've never felt before
Concentrate, don't move
Let it come. Let it come!
You beautiful *******
Unleash yourself
Into your own world
Give in! Please!

So that one day
you'd have a candle
perhaps even a lighthouse
Guiding you through the long nights

They will come
There is no question
but what will come of you
Who will urge you?

Love accepts, and forgives

Love overlooks, and enchants

Love simplifies and lacks definition

And all that adds up, block after block

Something from nothing, beautiful lack of logic

Is it real love to fall for a girl in a dream
Talk about unconditional love
My friends tell me it was just dream
(Sigh)
It was
It was my dream girl

To write about anything is a prickly matter, like a cactus finding humidity in dry lands. The whole business is founded upon nothing, but the absolute realities of life, which is to say, honesty of the subjective experience.

I like the way I like
Like the like of mine
Yes, Likeness can be likeable
But the way I like is fine

Like a plant I bath under the sun
Aiming high, following the rays
Adaptation, with honesty at its root
Is my human nature
No wind stronger than a breeze
No rain too wet
Open for pollution
My honeybee

But no!
There can’t be absolute truths they cry
That is beyond your mind
In absoluteness there is no delight of the kind
One who hungers for truths tries to find
Ah yes, you are quite right
Fellows we don’t need to have another fight
We just see it from a different light
So pick your truth without hesitation
It’s beyond evil and good
It’s really only an observation

See we are but small talking here, outside the world of emotions. Are you brave?  And mark my words, this is the real talk. Brave enough for the world of evaluations?

Frozen snowy air
Mulled wine
Your deep breaths
The sweatest lull

A good life bothers me quite a lot
this white noise behind my inner voice
The higher frequencies
The charlatans and the guides

What is it to be human
Our blind belief for an answer is our religion
Rationale over feeling
Some call the illusion beautiful

We tell each other how this life is supposed to be lived.
This happens for various motivations.
But to anyone listening I say, be brave to lose yourself,
for the battle before fought in the fields now rages in the mind.
The human battle ever worth taking.

Our struggle as humans emerges from the reality of finite being painted on an infinite canvas.

Here I bestow my breakwater to guard my shores with still water and fresh air.

Here I stand on the edge of it, my curiosity aroused by the pretty lights of the billboards, grey stuff masked with the colours of the red yellow sky at dusk.

But I came for something else, for dreams I reflect on the stars upon me and the love I bear them.

Be my breakwater, my brothers and sisters, drown me with laughter not salt

Be my breakwater, my love, see that this life is not spent, but earned like the warmth of early May

and then, I'm all yours

You don't know yourself until you've talked to the darkness and come back.

But remember!

Be gentle on what you find.

Go easy into your new life.

It's all about how you waste it

Every morning we find ourselves
Being in this world
How funny is the thought of that
How absurd are the words

Seldom do we think like this
So sure we are of all
But children ask us many a thing
How to sleep and not to fall

Why can one be bored of this
It's a curious fact of life
The forgetting nature common place
Of ourselves we look to find

It was after a snowless winter
at the time
when darkness untightened
its grip of this latitude
slumber like
ever tired, never on the top of things
I heard you
the simplest thing
my world
my inner voice

Beautiful is the day,
In which pain and hope
Become one
Through laughter

Why is anything fake considered bad
Aren't we in love with the way we act with each other
Pleasing and teasing one another
Layers and layers of genuineness

Happiness.

Isn’t that the most boring state of being anyway –  a self fulfilling prophecy, a smile with purpose, a laugh of ignorance?

I find my pessimism rather uplifting, my perspectivism light as a feather and my darkest hour with a teaspoon of joy.

This desire of growing up, is no match to the rush of letting go

Come morning the strong winds pass and straightening up begins

Snowfall, rain, come what may we stand in our most sacred spot

By the lakes, by the railroad tracks

There we are, like nothing else ever existed

Our tangled roots decorating the forest floor

Only one thing on our mind

Where are you my friend?

To company this lonely pine

Like trash she left me by the roadside,
One of the things you'll never forget
But the pain and lessons learned I have forgotten
Beautiful mistakes all the same

In all seriousness, why at all be serious
Dreams can only go so far
Yet they never go away
No matter where I go

Like friendship, in heart unwanted
Mind spins the records of my favourite tunes
And although the sense of euphoria is gone
I nod pleased, and smile

The dumbest thing I ever did, had nothing to do with me

I felt then as I think now how dumb a man can be

See for yourself, look back at what you have done

There is nothing there but fragments, you can't get undone

The perfect picture you're painting, is something you end up hating

And for your health I raise this glass and whisper

It's a monster you are creating

I was thinking
Could we not love so hard
But save it
For the days our bodies fall apart

Looking back on life
Empty hangover
Loving the past
You might wake up next to someone

If you were here next to me, you'd speak of times I can only dream, even there I'm reeling, touching walls, so needing.

Waking up feels like home, at nights I seem to want more, forgetting that past is living, only in dreams so vivid.

We are hurricanes of the great glasshouse, lonely ones with fear to espouse, the fear of something haunting us, thus the estrangement, thus our society's arrangement.

Funny how we remember and forget, is it because of now, or the past?

Like vapour and mist, like dreams and memories, I smile upon you dear past.

Reflections in the great glasshouse, for us to see.

What makes us believe in our own thoughts
When they make us go so bad
Why do they feel real but far away
and sometimes oh so close

What is this I in my colour palette
Today I'm feeling blue
Hopefully tomorrow brings some of that crazy yellow
So that green may bring me joy with its appearance

My mind thirsts for action
My hands are my world
I know before I see
I feel what I feel

Absorbed by all I am
I let my thoughts dance
I'm about to discover
Insights known to man

Nest of the wind
I'm all yours
Like a birch bound
By the bog below

My state of mind can be seen in the horizon
Warm blue for the first evening sun in a while
I was sleeping when you came to me
I wish you stay

The gentlest heart

A hand sweeping the water's surface

A joke cracked at no one

The warmth of your fever under the blanket

Chopping her wood for a coffee

Drinking wine with a friend who came back

Drowning sorrow with tears

The gentlest heart