Evening sky reflects
on the glass lake.
The soldier of a
tree carries on
through the lonesome
night.
If we could only
see the dreams of
the fish,
far from the
frying pan.

Tepid water
between
my toes,
I know
life.

Let your ink spill like tears,
And pour out your emotions.
Let it drip the stories untold,
In the most exquisite motions.

Weave your characters,
Intertwine their Fates.
Sew you chapters,
With emotional paints.

Bind the spine,
With the ingredients
Of fine wine
Then let the reader digest

Big beautiful face
Bursting with color
Earth's shining star captured in a flower
spreading smiles in alI directions
Gently waving in the slight summer breeze
With warmth and invitation
To enjoy this moment in the sun

Hard to breathe
Hard to see
Hard to speak
Hard for me

Cannot breathe
Cannot see
Cannot hear
Drowning deep

Don't know where
I could be
I feel fear
In the sea

I look above
Bubbles leave
I hit the ground
Here I sleep

My oxygen
Now deplete
Here I lie
Under the Sea

I’m painting my love in autumn colors.
I’m painting the flame of leaves underfoot,
The greyish sky, rainy and foggy.
The crying love is a natural mood.

Boarded benches are in the park
Under the shade of naked trees.
And fog is ahead, lots of fog.
My love is hidden in it indeed.

Behind the fog my love is flowing
Inexorably, irrevocably like a water.
It’s running off to nowhere away,
Without a trace forever in autumn.

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When looking in a lover's eyes,
All are foolish, none are wise
None can hide, there's no disguise
No room for sophestry or lies

The iris is a limpid pool
Making Eros loose his cool
Cupid launches ships of fools
The pupil grows dark and full

We fit, baby, hand in glove
There's no hiding
The Eyes of love

The apple of the eye is dark
Cupid's arrow meets it's mark
Morning light can be so stark
When nightingale becomes the lark

We know that sanity is over
When we stop running for cover
Let the rain fall! Four leaf clover
All the world loves a lover!

Our amour is from above
There's no hiding
The eyes of love



SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/2017

Being true to yourself
Is simply

Being in the moment