My hands are there
just like an instrument
in need,
to feed
to embrace
to **** out your space
And so do people
as they like
to disguise themselves
unlikely greedy
to feed the world
with love of none
to scare the others
who are finding them
dumb

And what a frightenance
to seek a skeleton
like wind blows
imence
in a greater atmosphere
of the 8th sky over divine.
Unlost.

Halle lujah , who will praise
who will try to seek their own
way.

As sparrows eat the seed
and narrows finding their ****

The babys still can grow
the world needs more to show
and when you are there
you hope and find later  what was worth
was an ego of  longings
to enter the harder ship
were humans are contaminous
into sensitive.
fragical,
Just gaze, what is there
and the beauty appears
rehealing the one and beauty
of Gods,
were humans still can
that little
feel.
and powers reheal
your hands ,
and you Breath.

Eros got bored
one shimmering afternoon
he watched television
and was asking the moon

Do I have to look that deep
to find simply what I need
while thy wifes simply
plays, the food she preparates

And suddenly Psyche appeared
dressed in **** underwears
and sporty shoes
like a modern lady
stepping up infront
dancing the most simple funk

They just had a conversation
and the time abreviation
shall we now count ?
and fall in bed both
in a haste
and have some love to
grabb !
of the modern era
or postmodern blue
flower s biggest leaves
once more under the moon.

Then passion awoke
and their bodys so hot
they slide and caressed each other
gently, and these humble existences
turned sweety
sweaty.

Music sounds from the radio jazz
laying in bed and shimmering sounds
the one under the others arms
the other over the unders barm
touching , feeling, loving , dreaming
penetrating, sensing, needing
screaming.
Desirer, up in ****** zones
Into Yin and Yan silver notes
Eros over the other playing
Psyche is falling the other yearning
the love of earning
desirer shifting
together
into a big sleep
were he woke
up, seing her in
the most beautiful
dress
Gazing skys

Both left behind.

How hard could life be
alike too many seeds
all darkened
and were shall you say you start,

Then holding your light
while having it only
under the bibles time to
celebrate
and then we call ourselves
the open book
the closed need
The dog that screams
and plays with a ball
like trying to realize
it wants to bite.

So you said
you want to find the light
while millions in a night
oh, how dark it became
you just have to take your
care, don t mind of rests.
And you still want
something right?
you want to find that light?
like a panda sais my eye
one is dark
the other is light
you chose
either you can still keep the light
right now it s darkness
outside.

Because of you believed
and you still do.
We all pass thru.
And we cannot realize
how nice it is with light!
though we got crise
though we got crise
and you want to live
life.
though we don t need you
since it is time
for our grey time,
a bit darker than yours
we got to block you
we cannot adore you.
we got to disgrace you,
we need to be rudes
our lifes is only the fools.

Oh Poseidon
I am lost such deception
You re always keen on
Letting me know
My dreams torn in
advance
Oh Poseidon
Kiss me once
and don t say it s
You
Mistery of our earth
You always return
to cary me to your palace
I dream, I seek, how you amaze!
In your human space
This bride, didn t mary
in your verse life I carry
I dream, holding tight
the moon at night
slight.
Letting others
distance
treat me right.

And there was time
were time dissapeared
and there was none
but holy disgrace

how much can it be
to become a beauty bee
we try to retrieve
we seek our need

So they yelled.
and what was there?
Let it be,
scream a renaissance
retrieve baroque
or simply Byzantine
along with
an illusion
we find something
then Zeus started to *****
and left was dear Promt

Rather a darkness of trust
to have the world
rapt in dust
were we seek for the light
once in a year,
while the revolutionair
is not the visionair
since our promises of
big men, ruling
we became slaves
of our domesticity
and rabbits, said
no!
were is our hole ,
we survive.

Days of a crise in peoples minds

Days goe and surround us
with splendor of a poor man
seeking to get what he wants.
Calling it crise,
I am not about to die.
Minutes go, and the world
has lost its inspiration
seeking to what it wants
Entering spice
dime of shade
I am not about to die.
What a favor,
to see such haze
of a warm atmosphere
in a weather thy beauty
were people just like
to pass by
and
seek the one the others
insufficiency.
As day pass by,
thinking,
we are not about to die.

Elize K.

Trust yourself
if there was a fight
trust in life
if others want you
to fall
don t listen to what
is bad
have faith in life
trust, to what
is life do what
you like

And peace is a word
that everyone loves
to hear
though sounding double
now soar . Why
infants laugh
underneath?

the human angel
locked it self now
missbelieved life and people
quite few times,
but what is better
than being in trust to
life
without it.
the devil
wants to hold your
hand. Be walking beside.
An claiming, besides?
I saw a movie
our relation and motivation
we are all one, (devil)
this is utterly what you
prefer and like
Having trust to life.

Who told the spirits are dead
they live while you re awake
they feed the souls of the hungry
One day of you shall become
the air, the breath
but first live your life