This is my birth of your core
Are you round or square?
Basic rounds,
I would live on the endless,
Without lines crushing.
I belong to the forest;
To the wild, to the birds,
Flying from reality.
This field is without opportunity,
This grass is without a cat,
Is it definite generosity?
Or that alcoholic breath
In those child fights?

In hollowing darkness
She opened my eyes,
Reached for me
In her cherry blossom;
She warmed me
With her bright rays;
In one kiss
Was washed by the rain.

My conscious unawareness,
My dragging crime,
My tap open tears,
My shattered heart,
My pathetic wait,
My longing look

Made Her run away.
Made her dragged down,
Made her forsaken,
Made her stabbed in the back.

Do you even feel me?
Do I even feel me?
Don’t tell me!
Don’t I think the same?

I will rise for Us again,
And the wind blows again,
And the hands are held again,
And I will hold you again;

Without dragging you down,
Without making you feel miserable.

My promise to feel love for you,
My promise to take care of you...
Was meant forever.

I don’t know what I am;
There’s a bluebird in my heart,
Chirping
With its beak stuck into my soul.
Tomorrow it sets free,
With the heavy weight of my life.

Splitting singleness is my duality
There is no One
I am already Two at the core of me
My heart is stone and a tamed sea
I am the waves which is sweet and salty
My eyes are emerald and screaming gold
I am the soil which is solid and muddy
My body is descended heaven and the breath of God
I am the feeling which is deceiving and faithful
My hands are poisonous crawls and shivers
I am the now and the will be
My past is chasing and forgetting
I am no-one and everybody
My existence is here and lost
I am Two of me
‘My’ is are and were.

Your love is different;
It killed me some previous lives ago,
And I was reborn to be killed again.

When is good love?
Where am I in that heart?
Could I be the ocean of You?
Am I the sinner of those words?
Can I soak into your soul?
Are those feelings
Made of sober truths?

Those ancient deep eyes
Comforted me into
A confident yes of yours.

I was sitting on the bed;
This alcoholic breath grabbed me,
Rushed through my presence, then
Lovingly abused me into addiction
Of lies
Of You
Of metaphors of life.

The train is making its own story.
Filling itself with characters,
But never trapping them.
Sometimes they come back,
Some of them leaves forever,
And some of them never reaches the station.

The train is making its own story,
It is linear, never in medias res.
It is on repeat, never stopping.
The story today is you,
Don’t hop off the train.

And just like that
You danced around my heart
With a siren song in your eyes.

Unrecognisable,
Yet so familiar;
Those touches
On my soul,
Coming from space
Through your embrace,
Through that discovered look.

I run naked
In your eyes
To that endless ocean heart.
We made tamed fire
Through our conversation,
Through that ancient connection.

He seemed out of the world
The words in his notebook
Swirled with curiosity.
A rhyme led him into the woods
And reality became a sacrilege.
He took different forms, as
An ever changing mask;
The letters burnt his own self away
And he became no one, but the
Never ending stories in his pen.

The words
The words,
Lying diverse…

There’s a space between
My body and my soul.
I wait there,
For a sign
To know, to realise, to feel
Which one I am.
Before you ask,
I’m sure I cannot be both!

You pushed me into a trance with your cable hair
And our relationship became suddenly static
But in the radio it was still the same
Transparent song playing.

We couldn’t switch the channel,
So I threw our relationship to the middle of the street,
Hoping,
finally someone would take it.

I have never understood my body.
It is a strange flash
That sits around my thoughts,
Quietly. Sometimes in pain and
Sometimes in fear, or happiness;
My brain decides,
That cruel hole of cells.
I look into the mirror;
There’s my body, someone’s body, a weird object in a reflection.
The mouth screams,
And my soul wants to crawl out;
To fly away,
To be endless again.
My body never felt familiar.
I look at the hands, the feet, that brown hair, those *******
And I think:
“To whom do they belong to??”
The eyes are in shock.
With that heavy question mark
My soul escaped.

You are occupying the back of my head
Sitting on the train
You are there in the window
Talking slowly to my heart
Sometimes you are covered
With trees, falling buildings,
Tall grasses and some lying breeze.
Sometimes I appear,
As a reflection in You,
Multitudes on your eyes,
Cravings from your lips
As a forever of our destiny.

I found myself behind your smile
And you confronted me with time
The kind which makes you wait
That I hate
Impossible to be late
For something that never comes.

I raise a cup of coffee to my lips
And my heart smells so bitter.
Roses in my eyes
White, yellow, pink, red
Lingering around
The whole in my mind,
It was never filled in;
I was born with that weird
Spot on my thoughts
People stand above it
That incurable smudge
They look at it,
But never staying
Just a passing by

Veil-eyed anger
Ran through the field
It didn’t stay for long
Just an urge
Hounded me from the past
With ragged troubles
I didn’t pay attention
A white daisy
Under the magnolia tree
Said:
Search for something
New!