In Italy in 2017
A medical miracle
Will be seen;
A transplanted head.
They'd better get it right.
They didn't say which one.
Above the shoulders?
Below the waist?
Another ****-head
To dinkthink.
A hard-headed
Limp-brained head-banger.
Or did I misunderstand.
Perhaps it's woman's to a man.

I learned that happiness is not a destination that you arrive at.
Just as sadness is fleeting, happiness can also be a minute fragment of our days.
It is not a matter of who, when, where and what.
Maybe it is being unafraid of the possibility that it does not always stay.

My friends asked me to describe you.
I failed to say a word.
All my thoughts of you were rushing in my head like a blur.
No matter how hard I try, the question remained floating there.
I was silent and with one glance, they understood.
The smile on my lips was the answer.

as i walk along the golden hillsides
their dried up grasses swaying in the summer wind
i notice the moon peaking through the branches
below is a shimmering clear water stream
i am the only witness to plum blossoms
as they caress the waters skin
chirp of crickets gently drifts like razor blades through the air
a group of deer out for an evening feast
they look at me as if to say
"who are you, you empty beast"?
i respond by saying
"i am he who dances friendless in the blowing air"
leaving not a trace
i was never there

When I see you
I get a desire to dance
I look at you
asking for a chance
Your eyes look at me
as if you're ready to perform
But you just smile at me
when Im getting ready to conform
The space between your fingers
is to be filled with mine
The space between your lips
is to be fixed with mine
I come where ever you go
'cause I want you to know;
I LOVE YOU!
----de3pak

A cell is a tumor is a star is a sun
A prison for prisms of light
A square then a circle then a spiral when it’s done
But the shapes are always changing
And on a light night or a dark day
Find your soul in a constellation
The cup of mystery is the sky, if you may
Find the answer in a fateful cloud and pray
Who knows where the time goes
If only your body could go where your mind roams
To have the grace to look death in the eye
When beasts aren’t cruel, it’s us who are wild
And on a dark day or a light night
Picture yourself as the main creator
Gather life from other worlds with all your might
And transplant them here for later

Angelic minds deflowered
By the ice cream in hell
Now master becomes servant
With sandwich board and bell
No one wants damaged goods
They’ll put you under a spell
Of shame, flames, and runaway trains
And secrets not to tell

Fall back into the rhythm, love
Fall upwards to the sky
Forget the sword and rose, love
Your heart will get you by
Fall forward into sin, love
Rise downwards to the earth
Forget the author of these words
Your death triumphs your birth

Nights under stars
Sand between toes
Drive-in movie cars
Freshly fallen snow
Raggedy dresses
Waterfall rainbows
Socotra trees
Ripped pantyhose
Unmatched socks
Leaves in transition
Innocence and sunflowers
Lighthouses and words written
Familiar kitchen patterns
In a stranger’s house
New Orleans architecture
A cemetery mouse
Flip-flops in winter
Zebras and block parties
Cinnamon and cloves
Whiskey and Bacardi
Candy in pillow cases
Static electricity in the dark
Barun Valley and painted faces
Houses made from tree bark
Wrap-around porches
Neon city lights
Lightning-bug torches
Thunderstorm nights
Epicurean summers
Lapis Lazuli skies
Youth prayers in rocking chairs
Heterochromatic eyes