There was nothing left
...
therefore she hungered
she spent ages looking for signs
she tested
and discarded
dead symbols
and remained hungry

...
she fed on language
letters filled her starved mind
relieved her soul
while her structures
fell apart

...and upon the heaps
of discarded symbols
that once bore all
meaning
a new world shall rise
enlightened
and free

Rain
Pouring
From ripped
Clouds in the sky
Darkened days of March
It rains
Not

Drip
drip
droplets

Of a sweet nourishing drizzle

Not
Sad lamenting rain
Like tears f
                    a
                       l
                         l
                           i
                            n
                             g
On an empty world

This rain is
Washing rinsing cleansing
Flooding                                        eroding                            destroying
Opening

lubricating           exploring                               flowing
                                                  Exploding

Torrent of lust

You see her there

Right in the middle
Between innocent youth
And tired old age
The redhead
The harlot

Open
Welcoming
Eternal

You see your fantasies
In her mysterious gaze
Your carnal longings
In the fire of her hair

Open
Alluring
Mature

You see her confidence
In her ***
Her experience
Her empowerment

Open
Provocative
Determined

You see what she'll do
To you
You see her
Touching
Lustfully luring you in



You see her
The redhead
The harlot
Your mistress
She is there
In the middle
Between youth
And old age
Always

I am her

I am here

I am eternal

seven years ago
seven o seven a.m.
my life turned around

It all begins
With pronouns
I becomes the subject
Of my project
Adding you
And collectively we
I choose you and me
And I exclude the he and the she
Until I am certain of we

You and I pick verbs
actions

Inflect them to match
fit
begin narratives

Transitive verbs take objects

You touch
tickle
tease
taste
take skin
*******
lips
me with words

Words have become a clause
But still a simple construction
So, you tickle me where?

For this you need a preposition
To position your tickling ammunition
Do you touch
tickle
tease me ON my *******
*******
thighs
buttocks
****?

Do you feel me INSIDE my mouth
****
soul?
Positioning is envisioning.

Then you use adjectives
To modify descriptions of
Sensory inscriptions
So, gentle complements touch
Soft and passionate kiss
And you become superlative

And adverbs elaborate experience
expression
exploration

You fill me deeply
thoroughly
violently with all that is you

But adverbs can also mean time
Not sweet or cursed time
Or time denoting age
But timing is always important
And grammar dictates
That
Time adverbs are placed
As a beginning or an end
Like a lover's embrace

Thus,
This morning, you woke me with
A demanding "here and now! " and I will reciprocate this, tonight, I vow.

Conjunctions are sentence connectors
And sentences behave like detectors
Bodies balancing with and, but, or
Otherwise subordinate
And the scale tips towards
Conditioning hypotaxis
Making actions a complicated praxis

(before my mind can connect, you will have to pursuade it /pursue it)

But we coordinate conjunctions
Equally
I touch you
You touch me
Exploring
Exploding sensory functions

So, together we cry imperatives
Completing our ****** narratives

Moaning
Whimpering
Begging
Yelling: Please... bind me!
touch me!
bite me!
take me!
come!

Oh! Please, come!

I love the English language... ;)

Blue Water, White men
Waves rising then licking sand
The Danish West Coast

Momentarily we met
Words touched
On a backlit page
So briefly
We needed to flee
For time
Earth's revolution
Parted us each day
So, when you slept
I longed
For your words
Each day
And I shivered
In the coolness
Of your structures
You mesmerised me
Bound me to the letters
We wrote
In collaboration
On unreal paper
In the hours
We stole
I breathed this
For a moment
Pretending

I knew him
Waited
Feared
Longed
Before I met him
He never said he wanted it
He never said he didn't
Never told me no
But somehow
Anyway
By the way
He has always had access
to My heart
My thoughts
My soul

The silence

of a thousand words

trapped

a concealed violence

in unspoken blows

And bruises

of a thousand blows

imagined

behind pending words

of obvious frustration

This is where we begin
Our world does not exist
Until we make it
Create it anew

And it begins with a thread
We connect pegs
And weave
Funnels,  networks
Interlocking destinies
In light fantastic

All is light
And yarn - no scissors?
Sketching
A model room
For existence

We woke up disoriented
Blinded
The room was white
Unfamiliar
And painful

One started screaming
She had found her skin
Frayed in places
And then patched
With fur

Another one came to
But she could not move
For her hands and legs
Had been sewn
Together with the mattress

And a man
Lying next to me
Had been given
An extra pair
Of arms

I wondered who might be missing
A pair

****** was the room
First seen as white
And I as well

I realised
That I was holding a needle
And a scalpel

This needle goes
Right through
My kevlar skin
Shooting
Essence of
You
Into my veins

I fall

This is
My escape

I had to disassemble it
Our world
Take it apart
Bit by bit
Word by word
Those words
Letters
Full of meaning
Could no longer exist
Anywhere

My friend, my lover
And my refuge
Suddenly turned
Traitor
Turned foul
Deceptive
Dangerous
My friend, my lover
My language

So I began the demolition
Of clandestine concepts
Tearing apart nouns
And adversary adjectives
violently, I separated verbs
And adverbs
Thus impairing indecent interjections
Until our grammar
Finally collapsed

Now there is only silence
Safety in signs like
Minuscule monuments
All bereft of meaning
And I am in mourning
For I have no words
To throw into the void
Only memories
Of distant dialogues
Dreams

In the dark we form
From the nebula
Of hydrogen and dust
We compress
Under massive gravitational force
Slowly rotating
we increase
In matter
But pressure from others
And our own gravitation
Causes our collapse
We cool down
Emitting infrared light
And radio waves
And we spin faster
As our spin increases
Temperatures rise
And once more
we form
With centrifugal force
A central core
Stable
And a revolving disc
Of future planets
Soon orbiting
Our heat
Caused by the friction of bodies
Makes us glow
Our fusion
prevents further contraction
And begets jets
Intense beams of radiation
For lifeforms to enjoy
Or fear

But we know
That when the hydrogen fuel is spent
This star too
Will begin to die

beautifully smooth
nature looks quite like nature
silicon babies

An anarchist atom
Assaults the atmosphere
With anger and aerial arson
Bringing, begetting
Brutal and ****** battles
In my brain
Initiating chaos
With charges
Of chemicals.
A disection,  distortion
Diversion of dedication
And direction
Causing eruptions
Emissions
Of erratic, electric elements
Of ego.
Ferocious fires form
In filaments, firmaments
Feeding the fantastic
Forces
Which grow and gain
In greatness in gravity
Grave, gory, gorgeous
Gloom.
Henceforth hidden horrors
Harrowed in a hollow heart
Instantly interact with
Intimate ideas
Initiating irregular, irrational
Irreversible
Irrelevant
Intimacy
Jealousy
Jumbling of jinxes
And laws of the jungle
For kicks
Leading to lies
Leaving love for loneliness
Loss.
A massive moral meltdown
In my mind
Negating, neutralising
normality
Orchestrates an open
Onslaught of order
And ordinary
People's principles
To pursue passion
And perfection
In a poetic periphery
Quite queer to some
And quaint to those
Not acquainted with
Rushes of ramblings
Received and reciprocated
Or radical ridicule
Of rascals.
Synapses send,
Signal every sinew
Simulating similar signs
But transmitting treacherous
Tingles
Teasing,  trapping thoughts
In terror, temptations
To commit treason
Unforgivable,  unforgettable
Us
Vivid and vibrant
But also very
Woeful
Wishing we were wild
And willing to walk
Our wishes make wonderful
Wells of
Youth
And creative zest.

I sense the air growing increasingly dense
From the way she wrings her hands and how her eyes stare emptily at the
horizon
And from the way that he continuously asks her if there is anything wrong
I see them battle their demons while the kids play

Picture me dancing
On velvetine pathways
Towards sequin peaks in the clouds
I am jumping and skipping
Those ropes you've laid for me
To make sure I don’t lose my way

On the trees I see ribbons
And some flowers for keeping
In colours to match your bright eyes
I am following footsteps
Of chattering parties
Soon I shall be sailing the skies

But rainbows catch fire
And stroboscope lightning
Makes staccato love to me now
Tying senses with ribbons
And handcuffs of neon
I climb to slide down in delight

She is the wind
That sweeps through their minds
A roaring tempest of ideas
And untamed emotions

She is the rock
Their playground
Upon which they build
Their castles

She is the ocean
Her sapphire mirrors
Reflect their dreams
Dilute their nightmares

She is the fire
In which they burn
And from the ashes
They shall rise with her

There's a backdoor
Always a backdoor
A trapdoor
To let me out
Or let you in
Let me in
Or trap me
In your trap
Of doors
Revolving doors
Revolving
And mirrors
Mirroring
Trapdoors
And me
Trapped
In endless
Mirrors
And doors
To traps set
By you
To entrap
Me

In my language
The word for time is old
And slow
It refers to tides
Rolling back and forth
Eternally
Shaping our shores
Moving our minds.

In my language
The word for an hour
Is time itself
Thus holding captive
A fragment of eternity
Within a mere fracture
Of a life
Of a day

A minute in my language
Is a letter shorter than yours
But sometimes
They feel longer
Stretched
In boredom
Or anticipation

Sometimes
They disappear
The minutes
Taking with them
The moment
Like seconds

Ours seconds
With a slightly harsher spelling
Are still fragile
Fickle,  evasive
They make everything
Relative
Change fates
Inspire artists
Win wars
But the tides are eternal

Time, in my language,
Is bound
To the Earth
To forces
Greater than us.

Autumn spins her web
Across a golden hall
Lacing the room
With diamond ropes
Welcoming the bold

Autumn waits
In a guilded hall
With fangs of silent oblivion
And chains so strong
They will hold any man

Autumn captures
The last ray of sunlight
In the reflection
Of a frightened eye
Just before the last sun sets

Autumn sleeps
In a bed of frosted leaves
Her web now broken
Unnecessary
Her job is done

Spotted
Soaked and
Silently shouting
sobbing
With severe stab wounds
She staggers onwards
Stumbling
On slippery streets
Sometimes she stops
For seconds swaying
On swollen
Sore feet
In sequin stilettos
She is seen by several
But she seems invisible
Insignificant

Safeguarded by shadows
I saw
Servants performing
Sedated but live
Sacrifice
On a stone altar
I saw them sever spines
And several limbs
I heard snaps
Saw skinning
Stabbings  
Some wrists getting slit
And I slipped
Suddenly
The stairs were slippery
And I stumbled
Among skeletons
Skulls, skins
And serpents
Stupefied and scared
I stood
In the sanctuary
Surrounded by soulless shells
Swarming me
Seeking to sink  
Their shredding teeth
Into my shivering skin
And stick their sullied spears
Through the sockets
Of my eyes
To stab at
my sanity

He began with all living things
On the first day of anti-creation
Killing all; be they beggars or kings
No judgment just pure negation

On the second day lights went out
There was no longer night nor day
Only darkness was present throughout
Not a shadow not a tinge of grey

All this darkness destroyed vegetation
Photosynthesis ceased to take place
Everything was beyond devastation
Gasping and lacking in grace

The fourth day destroyed solid ground
He made sure every rock all the stones
Would sink and not ever be found
No one would ever unearth old bones

On the fifth day the clouds were unmade
Rain reunited the sea with the sky
In a marvelously heavy cascade
So the second last day went by

On the last day he reversed creation
Of Heaven and Earth in one blow
It was much easier than damnation
And God sat there and enjoyed the show.

A fragile ray of light
Reflected briefly
In the darkened pond
Beneath us
As we punctured fate
And I let you in
Like an earthquake
For hours shivering
Awaiting
Welcoming
Tsunami
And death
That little death
And the resurrection

They grabbed me
As soon as I sat down
Twisted my arms
My thoughts
As I tried to break free
Of their pull
Lacing me up
Tying strings
Fugue stories
In and out
Of narrative concepts
Sometimes choking me
with their criss crossing narratives
their multiple voices
Forcing me
To reflect
To rediscover
Reality
In its music

I tried to resist
The noise
The web of multiple choices
Always evading inspection
Resisting interpretation
But the music
The recollection of lost textuality
Pulled me in
And tied me
In an unholy comedy
Of errors
And injustice
A farce
Like this interlaced story
We are all bound to
And tied into

Awakened by colour
Doused in light
And fantastic sensations
Of dreams
We escaped the night
Through shafts
Made by fluorescent stars
And to the sound
Of a majestic drum
Dictating dance

We sat on bubbles
And rode rainbow tigers
Holding each other’s hands
Linking fates
With cobweb chains
Dotted
With purple diamonds
We set the web on fire

She tried to escape
Reality
The sound of absence
Everywhere she turned
The walls were singing the same song
Letters from the faces
Of books
Reminders
Were staring at her
Shelves leaning in
As if they were wondering
Why she was not singing
With them
But she couldn’t
For the sound could not escape
The lump in her throat

There were steady streams
Inside the cave
I could live in there for days
Never tiring
Never wanting
Never wishing to go back

I dried up
Outside
When it closed I had no words
Not a syllable
Not a sound
Not a thought to express

I knew there were steady streams
Inside the cave
And that I could live in there
Always dive
Always swim
Always drown in my other self

That moment
When everything is language
Blanketing (me)
Capturing the present
Inside (me)
Inside layers
Of signs
Universal

That moment
When words transform
Minds (me)
Transform planes
Create (me)
Something fragile
Eternal

A die rolls
And someone dies
It happens quickly
Before our eyes
We do not move
We do not feel
We only spin the giant wheel
And then we hope
To stay atop
Another round
With a bit of dope
Before we too
Will roll the die
Before we too
Shall roll up and die

On that last day
Before everyone else
He came to her
In secret
And finished
What they had begun
Earlier
In silence

I want to climb
I want to climb your structure
And enter your system
Like a network of tunnels
Via your defenseless retina
And infect your brain
Your consciousness
Your dreams
With words
I want to climb
Your senses
Synapses
Step by step
Defeat them
Derail them
Like a train
Of thoughts
I want to climb
Your visions of wonders
Your virtual vividness
Of wild passion
I want to climb that
With nothing
But words
In mind

An angel arose
from atomic adventures
all arteries aching
awaiting
another armed attack
awaiting the Antichrist
and His adversaries
aching for his all encompassing alterations
alternative altars
and
apochryphal alphabets…

As he fell into autumn
He marvelled
And smiled
Despite his fate
Her colours so stong
And her powers unreal
His hands
Still not cooled
After the fire he felt
When he reached out
To touch her hair
Under a perfect blue sky
He fell
And with the colours he faded
Into different shades
Of darkness

Volcano

As the pressure builds below
With rising levels of acidity
The waters around us show signs
Of impending doom
There are cracks at times
Sulphoric fumes too
But no one cares
as long as the plaster holds.
In time the magma builds
Like a boil the mantle explodes
In a Plinian eruption
Of petrifying pyroclastics
And lava flows
Raging and ravishing
Fertile lands
With misery and despair in its wake
As it calms down
And the lava cools
The reconstruction begins
Around the old mantle
The surface crusts again
Like a wound healing
But marked
Scarred
And the pressure builds once more
Another eruption is imminent
The mantle builds every time
Until it collapses
Into a magnificent caldera
The imploded chamber
Of an emptied magma chamber

Accept this
And another
Amazing adventure
Awaits you
Aboard an
Alternative alphabet
Ark

Begin believing
Building a barge
And a bridge
To beauty
In the blooming back yard
Of your brain
I bid you

Climb!
This creation
My careless challenge
To charge
Chivalrously
into cosmic chaos

I dare you!
Devote yourself
to dream
dizzy, delusional
dazzling deep deceptions
of dormant demons

Elevate!
Ego
Exciting emancipation
To encompass eternity
Everlasting ecstasy
Escape
With ethereal
Energy
Emitted from
Evasive effervescence
Of Eden

Fly!
Feel the fantastic fires
The fury in the furnace
Fed and fortified by
Fantasy
Forming, freeing
Freaks
Flamboyant figures
And flittering fairies

Glow!
Give me a grin
A gaze
A gift of gorgeous
Glimpses of golden gardens
With glaciers of
Gargantuan greatness

Hesitate!
No!
Hesitate not!
Hurry, make haste
Take no heed
Of heaven nor hell
Hear my heatbeat
My heart
Hear it!
Do not hinder it
With your head

Indulge!
I invite you
I insist
Insinuating
Irresistible improprieties
Idolatry
Impertinence
Improvised imperfections
On thin ice

Jest!
Play the joker
Squeeze it, juice it
Just don’t be the joke
Be a jazz piece
Juggle tones
In life’s jive
Juggle life

Kneel!
Know thy mistress
Know that she is knowledge
Knock on her door
Her knickers
Until your knuckles bleed
And know
That knowledge will keep you

Linger!
Let the longing of your *****
Linger a little
Allow your lust
To lift you
Illuminate you
Let you levitate
In liquid lucidity
Leaving the low lands
Of the ludicrous living

Move!
Make magic
Moving
Me
More
Make me
Mimic
Magnificence
Make me move

Now!
Need me
Nothing else
Near
Nobody
Now need me
Naked

Orchestrate!
Organize an ouverture
Of ******* oblivion
Obsess over the opening
Obsess, occupy
The opening
Oh!

Ponder!
Pick me
Place me
Put me on a pedestal
Paint me
Plate me with precious
Platinum
For preservation
Of perfect passion
For posterity

Que?
Always question
Quaint sequences
Faint frequencies
Question the questioners
And the questions they ask
Pourqui?

Rapture!
Rip the ropes
Riddled with regrets
Ravish and ****
Reality
Ransake inner rooms
For real rushes
Always risk
Ruin
For a rendezvous
With risk

Slither!
Slip secretly
into the streams
Below the surface
Sheets
Of my sanity
Slowly,
Softly,
Like a sword
Into sheath
Of satin
Or suede
No sound
Surely,
Just surrender!

Talk!
Tell me tales
Of tangible treasures
Of talents and truth
Trust me
Let me take charge
And take you on a tour
of the tower  

Use!
The ultimate utterance
“us”
Unconditionally
Under Utopian skies

Venture!
Vivify the visions
Of voluminous vaults
With velvetine varnish

Want!
To
Walk with me
Into wondrous worlds
Where wishes
Are washed in waves
Of
Wellbeing
Of
Wonders
Walk with me

eXcite!
Exaggerate extraordinary
Expertise in
Extravagant
Exhuberance

Yell!
Your
Youth
And youthful yearning
Out beyond your years
Yell yeah!

Zoom in!
Our zone
Of zen
Becomes a breeze
And a cold fizz drink
To create a buzz

Snow gradually covers their garden
Putting life on hold
Inhibiting growth
For play
In fantastic crystals
They fall like feathers
Light
And yet heavy
Soon they shall both sleep
In it

I am awed
Inspired
By samples
Examples of life
Emotion and truth
Condensed
Into universal moments
Or observations
Epiphanies
In a simple form
Using language
And metaphor
To carry abundances
Of images
Or rhymes
Without spilling
Meaning
Or drowning
The audience
In elaborative
Details

Scattered beneath their faces
In happy fancy colours
Lay toys
Forgotten from yesterday's
Play
But they could not see
As their eyes were painted
******
And shut
Or focused elsewhere
Inside their private dreams
Of escaping
Their masks

blanketed in comforting ink
the image travels
and stains
pupils
to finally settle
on the inside
of eyelids
with slight discomfort
to begin with
before dreams arrive