How come the snow burns
holes in my hand today?
How come it turns not
into water?

Let's go and
cause
a riot

Eyes burning
heart yearning
for something
to hold

In moments when I do perceive myself as
Other
Than myself I sometimes am
Truly freaked out about it

The flame of Self-respect burns
and no-one can turn it down
but yourself

Les yeux...

No: eyes that pierce my heart
and - sorry for poetic nonsense - drive
sharp darts into me

Eyes that do close exclusively at night
when mine do so, as well

Eyes that - I wish it wasn't so -
exist with double weight and double size
only in my imagination, in my vain, god-forsaken brain!

Eyes -

One second, love, I need to concentrate
I need to memorise -
Do not distract me so - do not...

Ah no!
This is the same **** thing, the same **** pair
of home made lies

I'd rather not part this time, though.
No - I would rather stay.

But look (I look), why don't we keep in touch,
or stay, as we have always been, apart: but one?

For I can say that much:

an aching heart is half as painful
if it knows that it is aching.

for then it also knows
the nicer part

the pain that equals
love.

A soft night waiting
for the nearing morning
charged
with gentle confidence
with quiet
inevitable joy

The heart simply
Knows
While the mind is busy
Coding and decoding

The heart patiently
Waits for the mind
To adjust to its
Rhythmic beat

The sky was
so blue I
remember lying
on my back next
to you
by the beach
And this is the most
simple poem and yet
the most
true
I love you
honey

Singleheartedness,
says the lion,
Is when your eyes
automatically dissect
true words from false ones
And detect the
blind spots
in hearts

♥
smarter than some poeple
think.

better than a night without
a drink.

better yet,
and still I will forget
this wonderous tale as soon
as I-Phone five
sends its betrayal
to the precursor.

We're all born
butterflies
and just disguise
as caterpillars
until the time
has come

❦

Some days
Everything
Hurts
And there's nothing
To make it go
Away because
Going away is
Exactly what
It had to do
All the time

"Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense"

Robert Frost, *Mending Wall

My Fingertips touch
the Sky and stretch
so much
it hurts
My feet are glued
so strongly to the
ground
shoot roots so deep
into the Earth
that everything
inside of me

now melts

with no regrets.

Now, now
calm down
Love why
should you be
the only one
doing everything
perfect
and
in time

You guided me
With incredible Patience and Love
To this Point where I am
Free from
Having to prove myself

🎧

We empty plates and dishes
sheds, pots and frying pans,
entire lands, and jars.

We spread our blankets
in the funniest places.

We speak of things
we've never seen or felt, or known.

Thunder and Lightning
turn their shiny faces towards us
and laugh.

Who is this, growls the Thunder.
And under his obedient brow
the Lightning lifts an eye:
This
is
who
the
earth
is
for,
he speeds downward, ignores the Thunder's distant crack
and slides into the earth
before he rushes back.

Sorry I
st
st
stutter
it's just
look
my heart
flutters
could you
hold it
for now

I'll sneek into
The darkest corners of your rooms
And make 'em brighter
So that you' ll
Have
To
See
Them.

And then
Once seen
They will be nice
And cosy.

And your house won't feel
Like having something strange
Inside its belly
Any longer.

❤️

Gazing over the lands
he stands
and - withholding breath - waits
for the long war shout
to spill out of his lungs.

Sirens have summoned him
to that place
hiding their holy faces
as he paces behind them.

The message was carved
not in stone
but right into his bones
as he saw the bodies
of his companions.

The long, loaded cry
escapes his throat
and at the horizon he sees
numbers and numbers of men
coming for him
and only for him.

The sirens have long departed
and the demon - standing like a rock -
has started to breathe.

A lot
a lot a lot
a lot of
other people's
Fear
circulates
around you
and desperately seeks
to find your heart-
And you
at times
will open it and
let it in

what a funny thing to do to
cut the globe
and spread it
and then forever ramble on
about this one perspective