thinking i could trust,
thinking you'd understand,
all of my rage combust,
sadly you think they're bland.

i don't need your lecture,
i don't need your sympathy,
for i just need your shoulder,
and listen to my empathy.

was it too much to grant?
listen to my simple chant.

My eyes leaking with salt water
Pain in my chest
A ball of clay jammed in my throat
I reach for you when I know
You are not there
I take your memory and rip it apart
Then scramble for the pieces
I want you here with me again
Bawlin on the floor I break and let it go
I push all that away from me
What has been locked up inside
But keep only one piece of you
Always inside of me
To sit and
Cry

Every curve of your face is familiar
Every word that you speak, I've already heard
I know you better than I know myself
You are a fire that consumes me
But I would gladly spend the rest of my life burning
Knowing you were the one who lit the match

I will create oceans and rivers
From the tears that flow from my eyes
And they will envelop the shores
Formed in the crest of my torso,
The valleys that lay in between my *******
Will protect wildlife from the raging winds
Of my breaths, and the shaking earth
Of my heartbeat
My thoughts will form stars and planets
And I will create my own galaxies
My fingertips will be the roots of trees that will stretch ever onwards
I will grow and I will grow
And I will destroy as I please
No laws hold me
For I am my own universe
Unbidden, unbound.

sometimes I wonder
if I go under
this thunder storm
will you still be there ?

if we stayed together
it would've been a pleasure
but I gave you my heart
you tore it apart

now your stuck in the corner
of my heart and your getting stronger
and it hurts when you say " I love you "
because I knew . . .


that you lied .

Saranè
is sweetness to kiss
when the first morning lights
shine upon the hair
that my hands cover
and my senses graze.
Saranè
is impetuous yell of passion
that the voice of wind whispers
when even a day
without love
changes the heart
into a desert.
Saranè
is beauty that makes sigh
when the waves of the sea
strew us with reflections,
is tenderness to keep
while the smile
lights up the eyes
and if the stars disappear
I will know
where to look for them.

31.12.'13

i crave you,
and i haven't the slightest of clue why.
i just do, and its pathetic.
(i'm pathetic; they were right)
i find myself constantly with these letters
pouring out, forming words,
forming sentences, forming paragraphs
about you, and i know that
you'd not spare me a second glance
if our paths were to cross again.
yet i find that
everything about you, intoxicating
from the ghost smile on your lips to the
humourless laugh that resonates so clearly,
and i find that I love you, so i'll say it one last time
and in return i'll hear yours, barely there;
your soft, petal I love you, too.
(do you really mean it?)
maybe we're just not built to last.
[And our time's up so I'll leave, and I hope
that I'll be able to forgive myself for letting you go.]

My heart like crazy horse,
Run at hottest areas of love ...
And finds the source in a kiss
Under the shade of an old tree
Gray leaves, moldy body,
Time flows in waves lust
Groaning in ecstasy, the moon,
Late at night, when twilight has turned ...
With contempt ...

My preference for time is to be aware of it's existence but to not be in it's presence. I am 80 years old today but with the body of an adolescent, so what does it take to become a professor? What does it take for you to follow my lesson? The truth, literally  is the dru wood, etymologically speaking I feel as if I have to be myself in order to be misunderstood and that's what I'm aware of,  the self, the soul,  immortality is my blessing slash curse, you have cash I have an eternity to write words. Sorry you're so poor.