It was when I chased a dream
Eyes wide open,
And the dream never dies,
Seeing the best when
Its gone,
Feeling the drops against my
Face coarsing my cheek
Like her beloved fingers,
Feeling with my heart and mind
After the loss,
When the morning smells
Of coffee in some store on some
Broken road when
home hits hardest,
That all the moments,
Every tiny bit and pièce
I took for granted never
Left me,
But live on in some dark corner
Of the universe where stars
Are born,
And I am alive between
The spaces.

I belong to no one,
Slave to the moment
And my spirit is a devastation
Of freedom,
Keeper of the lost nocturnal,
I dwell within the despair
Of a melancholic grace,
The beauty of a depressed
Soul can measure beauty
With a grateful clarity.

Take me away from this ignorance
And show me the truth;
**** the words of nothing
And show me a humble poetry,
Be that I am lucky for this
Life,
I know there is more than
The conscious dreams,
A place without ironical
Pressures
And no socialistic grading,
I will never be a man,
And I am thankful for that.

Drink the blood of this ink,
Die to the lies
And become alone,
There u will find me
And all the others
Whose death was the beginning.

To die of life
Is to be reborn.

Crystalline flows
Upon trenches ruby
Red,
Take the hand diamond
Rough,
It is only time that passes,
The soul is a cavernous drum
Beating the glorified
Fire,
Pulsating waters
Among oaken palaces
And withered nights,
It is the elemental nature
Of the poet
that brings the
Memory
Of dead stars.

So i take into my senses
The passion of your forbidden,
And the journey of
Nocturnes under pale
Lumen began:

Insertion,
Power between two
And one is all that remains.
Kiss the sky,
Feel thé embers burn under
The palms désire,
There in that secret place-
A release; fluidity,
Half moon lit
The arc of her back,
Luminosity,
A constellated passion;
A taste for life,
The delectable night....

Who am I now that Im living?
Feel the crowd in
A lonely room,
Reality is just a dream away:

Fall upon the knife
And cut the eternal
Moment.

When are you going to see
That all I do is love
And the intention is pure?

All the world's a blur,
Only the poem is real.

And I need to find myself
While searching for you,
And where the hell are you?

A soul id twilight's gaze,
The fool becomes a martyr.

Telling me what I am and
What I should be,
Who are you anyway?

Take the Word,
Already spoken,
All that is left
Is to live.

But the expectations
Wreak havoc on the reality,
All i found i had was myself
And my arms pushing
Away in all directions.
I walked
Along the river brook
Amongst golden whispered waves
And they spoke memory.
Talk to me mystery,
For the tongues of men
I cannot comprehend.