Up until now
unseen, yet felt,
a soft glowing whisper
aligning the skin.

But now that I´ve seen it
I wonder -
does it know no shadow
or consumes them all?

And what does it say?
All white in its glory,
so gentle, yet bold
and wise beyond words.

Whole worlds hidden within,
gracing my soul,
my heart,
my being, just being.

Roman citizens,
romanticizing.

For the first time in my life
I felt like I was enough
I felt like a priority

For a time

Until something else came up
Something more interesting
and I just faded away in the past

Like I always do

The dream of you I never had
The words of love I never said
The tears for you I never cried
Your gentle touch I never tried

The memories we never made
The shooting stars that never fade
Us sleeping trough the night awake
Our shattered hearts that never break

Hey my little one,
I am extremely busy.
Will write to you soon.

Who do you think you are
to pollute the air I breathe?
It smells like dead toes,
You smell like ****.
Costs a ******* fortune,
Why are you doing it?

Go find another ******* window,
Window of a fellow smoke.
Maybe they´ll join you
And together you can choke
Your filthy ******* lungs
With instant cancer joke.

A genuine connection
has drawn me close to you
all smiles, same vibes
I thought you felt it too

What if there is no me?
What if there is just an awareness
of my existence.

Imagine that "I" is a consciousness
that was only gifted
a physical form, the body
a mental state, the mind
an ability to feel emotion, the soul.

If that were to be true,
wouldn't "I" be able to just observe
how my existence feels, how it moves,
or how it makes decisions?

"I" would just watch things happen
at their own will,
the good and the bad,
and experience it alongside.

Perhaps "I" could communicate,
waking my own existence
to the state of consciousness.

Wouldn't that be beautiful?
Because then, all the answers
and the eventual peace of mind
would lay within "me".

He left my message at read,
didn't reply,
as easy as that.
That's why.

Luna, Luna, up the sky,
I am yours and you are mine.

When you leave town full of things to outrun,
for peace of the countryside and there, in the shadows,
park power of many and mount power of one,
let the stallion carry you through trails in the meadows.

When light breeze of summer touches your features
and all of your senses drink up the floods
of emotions you get from these beautiful creatures,
with no words spoken, just hooves´ quiet thuds.

The noise in your head transforms into music,
a breathtaking symphony calming your soul,
your creative side connects with its muses,
the moment of present just makes you feel whole.

The apocalypse
destroying the precious lives
we could have enjoyed

I had a dream
about the end of the world,
the apocalypse.
It was the last of our days,
the sky turned dark red,
a total sun eclipse.

Shattered buildings,
fallen power poles
shutting down all lights,
the air was full of heavy dust,
polluting our lungs
and raining were meteorites.

And even then,
the selfish little me
went to save nobody, my love.
No, I went to steal
the only precious thing
that we were running out of.

Time. The one
we took for granted,
such a foolish thing to do.
I stole your last seconds
so I could spent the end of times
in tight embrace with you.

With April's first dawn
I started building a wall
that gloom can not climb

What is a boat good for
where there's no water?
A coma tied to dockside
missing it's blue waves.

What is poet's purpose
when he's a lousy knotter?
A lack of words on paper,
his mind is short of tales.

He's fishing for ideas
on a ship that won't sail,
oblivious to his surroundings,
he's only bound to fail.

You don't know what it's like
to be born under late june's sun,
even though it's dark outside
and the moon is shining so bright
it could claim the lion's throne.
You don't know what it's like
to be a Cancer's child,
to hear the lions roar.

I can feel your eyes
slowly shedding layers off my skin.

I can see your twitching hands,
all about to find the beast within.

Leaning into you,
my breath slowly reaching your ears,

whispering obscenities
you could have only ever heard in your wildest dreams.

The key you´re holding
in your precious hand,
it will let you in

only when

you´re capable
to make me feel
like I can love

again.