break my heart
break it twice

i allow it
for i don't matter

so break my heart
break it again

step on it
tread on it
throw it away

for i don't matter

but only you do
to me

The strongest word is the heaviest to lift
The most meaningful expression the one that gets the message through
And honesty… is the gravity.
It gives weight to words
And “I love you” is lighter than “I don’t love you anymore”
Because honesty alone hurts more people than any lie.

It’s those monochrome voices that break the joyous bubble,
bursting the rainbow shadows.
Those bleak voices that dissolve the party
and fill my heart with dissatisfaction.
It’s the same colour as my soul,
but there’s no need to spread the misery.
My heart used to be just fine – you
invited the greyhounds of horror
to my doorstep, to my soul.
And the colourblinds now stare
with their mouths open
with their mouths foaming
but they just stare
as if they can see through my hollow soul
and they just stare.
And they just stare.

I can see them
Dancing in their fancy clothes
On the amputated arms and legs
That built their country

An unimaginable pain
Impossible to understand
By someone like me

The rich and prosperous
The westerners and the UN
With the help of media
Publish propaganda which we –  
Arrogant and naïve –
Believe
And think our government is honest
Purely because it’s stable
And most won’t even be able
To locate Sierra Leone
Or Rwanda
In the index of an atlas

And this stupidity of
The age of unnecessity
And overflow of emotionless objects
Slowly kills me

And one finger after another
I feel those masters of the third world
Hack and saw them off
But they’ll never get my spirit
And my heart
And these words will resound:
Down with lies and hatred
Down with money and policy
Down with exploitation and death
Now feel my love reach out to you

They make me smile
Like that dimple on your cheek
It looks like a second smile
Below those two beauty spots

You do everything twice, don’t you?

It makes me laugh
When you laugh
And snort.
It’s a cute kind of snort
Not a pig, but a piglet

You’ve always been the cute one.

And you’re embarrassed to hold
My hand in public
But you still have to
When we cross the street –
An old habit
That reminds you of something

You have such a special mind
And
I love every bit of weirdness
You
Produce.

If only you weren’t making of my overly active –
Hyper-active, ADD infested, LSD tripping –
brain.

I am remorse
in a physical form
I am love
in all my actions
I am thunder
expressed in words
I am happiness
in my untruthfulness
I am life
in all forms
I am the movement
of a speckle
I am gravity
pulling ugly women
I am a death ray
creating worlds
I am a dragon
pierced by a sword
I am that sword
piercing a dragon
I am a ghost
of myself
I am
Nothing

I know the secret behind art.

It isn’t beauty
or love.
Beauty and love are expressive words
about art,
but they do not form art.
It is the pain and fear
of love and beauty.
The pain of having
and
the fear of losing.
And the fear comes from the knowledge
that you will have to face it
someday.
And the pain is always there,
lurking behind beauty
that is called art.

All those bad memories, sad days.
On those days or after,
you relieve yourself of the pain,
so you can face another day
made of pain.
Between the moments of relief and pain
are the days filled with fear.
And whenever you write,
you write of fear or pain,
in the seek of beauty and love
between your words of fantasy.

I know the secret behind art.