Am I suicidal
if I want to hug
the sun
cause I love her
so much?

Insta
One click
Chapstick safe
No view
Eyes down
Frown covered up
Under layers
Of safeguard
Systems
No stare
Gets you
Your hair never
A mess
Dive down
Lovely
Soul thrives
Elsewhere

Life is hard
Hard is effective
Effective is good
Good is pleasant
Pleasant is healthy
Healthy is life.

Today-
And night-
They say
A storm
Will come

I cannot help but feel
a swelling kind of feeling
when you stand next to me and speak
of how you love your sister
and will not let
the bitterness
corrupt you

~
❦

The woodworm carves
its narrow path
among the wood

And Noah plays
his own ship's grace
along with her.

And simply for history's sake
I bring this bit to you
about the beast that did not join
the ark's profound outbreak
into the open sea.

Because, look, it's like this:
who would have brought a woodworm
on board of this huge wooden ship?
Not, I can tell, a bearded man
with hands bound by a devine grip
from high above.

Thus, tiny little holes still linger
in every corner, unexpected,
and once you've spotted their existence
once they're detected -
Help us God!

Or, and this little bit may shock you,
not.

Darkening in vain the strange face
Imprints itself on every tree,
On every leaf;
Running in a twisted halo I can’t stop
I can’t breathe -
And I know
What some have told you;
What life is -
And again I feel – when I find myself
In the land of walking shadows, of growing fears
- no fear at all.

Follow
We do
Unaware of her
Strength and her
Passion

And wonder why
This wild animal
Does walk in front of us
Fully commited
And planfully
Full of
Love and
Passion.

Kids;
I came to conquer
All you love
And fear.

Crescent moon and Venus watch
as the soles
of your feet
become hot
and the palms of your
hands move
freely
caressing most
beautiful silky
skin
and a white blossom from
within
opens up

Down down down
we go -
(and so what, I think)
into the endless,
endless reversed tunnel;
("when most I wink", he says)
and nobody ever,
ever tells us
("then do mine eyes best see")
that all that is waiting
on the other side -
is the same tunnel
all over again.
(but we cannot know)
And what is worse:
It does not matter.
(and we should not care,
and we are asleep)

No more fear of
fire
Baby
make it burn in
your own
colour

Through half closed eyes I see
your halo
against the moonlit rain

I know how to be
safe
I want to be
happy
again

Ignite
a spark
from the middle
outwards
and show
the world
its colours

Come
smile your Buddha smile again,
it makes me so
unspeakably
happy.