Life becomes much simpler
When one gives up hopes,
Dreams, Ambitions.
"Why write?" You may then ask.
Because, it is the only thing to Reveal the face of Truth, in a
World full of masks.

Imitation fireplace, the
Great gates of
Nowhere creak open...
For me, the doors of perception, lead me nowhere You pompous *****.

I know what I know.
I know what my friends know.

Because there's no secrets.
Because there are no secrets.

Is what is energy now, in me,
Later burn in some other new
Blood?
Will what is buried now,
Sprout after the thaw?

Euphoria Again
Two Rights

A miracle of lights,
I have no reason to not indulge
In delight,
Cept depression eats away, bit/bit
By bit.
To others, seemingly trite.
To me, a life or death fight.

I've created several versions of myself
I made a different self for each person who tried to approach
The problem is that at the end
I did not even know what my true version was
I did not even know who I was anymore

It comes often
As a surprise
Wrapped in a warm,
Fuzzy, mint blanket
Of love,
Concern and care
And falls like rain
Causing the flowers
In our garden
To dance in full bloom

Tears that fall of rain
with eyes of pain
another love is broken
with no words spoken
time is now forgotten
while hearts break again
empty faded memories
while another love leaves
a soul left to things blind
to what it no longer sees
days that can't rewind
of what is left behind
while another love believes
what the other couldn't find
Spiritwind ©2016

I want to kiss your wind
The real you existing before the beginning
Before the body begins
And the beauty is your soul
Not your infinite eyes
Not your silken skin

I've seen your waterfall
I've heard you as a river flowing off an edge
Before any ocean
And no hands can hold such depth
Not the rising tides
Nor the raging waves

Your voice is a delicate breeze
On a newly formed planet
Your heart is a star being born
Your dreams are a star being formed
You were words before sound
You were love alive in tiny atoms
You are music
You are a major scale

I want to kiss your notes
The composition of a cosmic truth
Your stars are instruments
Playing melodious tunes
A glorious truth
A song from heaven

Within the centre of your being
May you find peace
Every act of unconditional love
Echoes in eternity
Spread your wings and dance
Dreams into reality
If your situation  won't change
Then change yourself
The optimist is often as wrong
As the pessimist
But he is far far happier
Choose happiness

How to paint the wind?

A distant cry,
the wave of a willow?

The vortex of void,
silencing pain?

The bliss of a breeze,
the fairy touch of hope?

The scent of destruction?
An adventurous flavour?

Ah...!

The swallows are dying
in the redness of leaves.