Not a single cloud in the sky
Only fiery miles away sun
And birds that can never stop
Themselves from flying
Or wanting to sing
My thoughts are the ones
Of an old wrinkled man
The one who is no more
In this world
Only perceives the time
Needing some space not to be
Questioned
To be left alone
Watching the setting sun
Or only to sit with closed eyes
Feeling all the fallen pasts
If only the world could wear silence
Though it seems as heavy burden
For life is no silent task to endure
Even when there is nothing living at all
And there is no one to hear the storm
Sounds of thunder reincarnate
The will to live as it stubbornly calls
For attention

*But gets none

.

Dear Patient,

Here’s the prescription
I promised to write
Just like any doctor might do

An extended leave
A southern location
A room with a beautiful view

A candlelit dinner
Moonlight and roses
A bottle of chilled chardonnay

Romantic music
Soft summer kisses
Sending your worries away

The one of your dreams
An evening together
Love on a warm summer night

A sunrise good morning
Breakfast in bed
Satin sheets woven in white

A day in the sun
Drinks on the river
Affectionate moments for two

Take all you need
There’s no expiration
Unlimited refills for you

Signed,
Your Poetic Physician

Come dear brothers and sisters
a generation to come
not with iron chains
and tedious talks of freedom

Come you children of Sartre
and even of Nietzsche
for we head for common ground
whilst they only feed on war

Come forth spirits of the love age
full of Buddha and compassion
for ours is a time to come
theirs exhaling its last breath

No love for
war
        nation
                    hatred
                               racism
overcome prejudice to live in peace
maybe even be sad for a time
but never cause harm
never cause death
never wish ill
compassion
to all
.

Yesterday the other man
cried bitterly absorbed by
solitude of his blue eyes
Today I smile warming
charmingly (hiding cowardly
in the depths of nowhere
above the clouds under
the sky) people who know not
(do not want to know) about
the clash of storm and light
while stillness remains intact
Yesterday the other man
jumped from the bridge only
to be welcomed by gentle
perishing touch of river god
who gave him his life
(even though death was asked)
Today I fold my freshly dried
clothes and hide them on
the highest shelf never to be found
Yesterday the other man
ran and disfigured his soul
to not understand love’s call
Today I try to find something
I lost but forgot what it was
just roaming through back alleys
with hope for touch (but it
is already far too long)
Yesterday the other man
lied in my bed and through
closed eyes he saw woman beloved
in flowery dress with silent hair
barefooted luminous and fair
his dreams betrayed him once again
for in the morning she was never there
*Today I wake up alone
afraid to die
not knowing how to live

lets sit together and ******* feel something.

When was the last time you ever cared about anything?
When was the last time you wished you didn't care?
How many times have you have you laid on your bedroom floor,
shaking,
thinking over and over again
it'll all be worth it some day.
Cause they tell you to keep going even though
You feel like you're going to die.
So what's the point?
And it hurts.
it hurts so bad,
but we keep going.