Tiptoeing on velvet vines
silky and smooth to the touch
we dance in the twilight shades
of subtle poetic lines
trying never to say too much
thus preventing that anything fades

Imagining alternative scenes
in flexible collaboration
we dream in adjectives and verbs
as sentences rush through our veins
sweet figment of imagination
all our civilised structures perturbs

Dancing lightly across the keys
our fingers and souls thus create
quiet symphonies on backlit sheets
wishful journeys across the seas
of what we dare only comtemplate
as we immerse ourselves in these beats

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

your plans of escape
YOLO, I know, but please, NO!!!
please! do not go there

Plunging
head first
into dreams
always head first
never toes
I head straight
for the bottom
head first
accelerating
like a bullet
shot
head first
out of a gun
I dive
into dreams
of dreams still
head first
penetrating
the surface
of dreams
head first
I swim
lost for breath
losing time
head first
I aim
to resurface
before I wake up

Dizzy and disoriented
I tumbled
Twisted
And whirled
And
Twisted
And tumbled
Then
Gently glided
Through the hole
I fell into
I stumbled
Recklessly
Tumbled
Hurled myself into
darkness
Dream
Disorder
Possible doom?
What would await me
Through this tunnel of temptation?
Would it be 9 rings of Hell?
I thought I felt the fires already
Burning from below
I thought I heard the tormented souls
screaming from the pits
Would there be spiders?
Venomous
Tricky with
Cobwebs binding me
In terror
Excitement
Or would I find Alice?
She did send me
The rabbit
And I could not bear
The temptation
I needed to go
Seek magic mountains
Enchanted forests
Wild beasts
And wonderful places
Even if
The journey would take me
Through hell.

I breathe fire
Inside your mountain
I
Brandish your soul

In the basement
In his secret room
He breeds
Dragons

She dreamt
That an artist would get his blue
From the deep Northern seas
Of her eyes

She dreamt
That his brush would catch fire
From the blazing flames
In her hair

She dreamt
That the poet lost his breath
From trying to find his words
Between her silent lips

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

We all return to dust
Even if God we trust
We will fertile this soil
When we no longer toil

Yet we fight and we bleed
We'll take more than we need
Go to war preaching peace
Treat humanity like a disease

So we all turn to ash
we will die with a flash
Even if we are kings
All our money will not buy us wings

He asked her how many
Breaks she needed
From work, possibly
(she must have quit)
Or school, maybe
(no plans, apparently)
How about him?

She answered
It was easy for him
With his job
(a banker)
With his security
(pension plans)
To preach prudence

He continued his campaign
Against letting go
She said for freedom
(from a dead end job)
He argued for stupidity
(no plan it seemed)
And no backup

She fought him
In self defense
Fenced his words
And stripped their relationship
Exposed all
Their personal values
Until they left
The open compartment train

like a room without
colour or
perspective
no corners
no shades
no beginning
and no end
just random pegs
and light
onto which our threads
can be attached
for a moment
resembling something
contours
of a set
creation

continuously surpassing
I know
my obligations
to some this may be
considered trespassing
I empathise
to the point
where I almost idolise
your fragility
and I sympathise
almost to the point
where I would follow
if you chose
to leave

for every message
unreplied
another message
sends itself
to enquire

A crowded platform
chilling sunlight
family witing
for a train home
girls playing
Dad watching
Mum dreamily
gazing up the platform
past the strangers
into the empty air.
It's a cool, windy May afternoon.
Out of the blue
a heatwave
a rush
adrenalin to her heart
HIM slowly approaching
on the crowded platform
determined
dark
dangerous
deceptive
Young!
A dark figure
tall
elegant
graceful
hair like black flames
licking marble skin
eyes like mercury
poisonous
and HE stopped!
Chatted
for they knew HIM
and HE got on the train
with them
sat with them
toxic air
blurring her senses
and HE travelled with them
for a while
silently negotiating
a price for her soul.
And HE left them
as the train stopped
girls tired
Dad focused on a game
Mum slightly
distant...

I'm not writing
Poetry
I'm having ***
Same thing
Actually

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

Carassius auratius auratius
exhibited
live
in live blenders
for our sake

Would you
out of curiosity
or simply
if you had the chance
push the button
and destroy
lesser life?

He used to be
used to have a name
a family
but he killed them
shot them dead

To the system
he is a number now
an ex human
excluded
exiled
in his own country
and sentenced
to extermination
someday

Until then
is silence
forever
days upon days
of gradual removal
from their consciousness
and from life
outside

But now we know
and we will not forget
Gene Hathorn
or his story
we will fight
the dehumanising system
we will tell his story
and we will make people
think
and act
like human beings

Black is where we hide
Black are the shades
into which we are shied

and black are the words we speak
when we don’t expect to be heard
because language has already died
with everything else

Black
Like savage shipwrecked souls
with no chance of salvage
black because no one tried

Blue clouds
On my little girl's drawings
Because white
Is invisible on white

Blue ocean
Dividing our physical world
Because the sky
Is reflected in its surface

Blue eyes
With stairwells to the soul
Because empathy
Is encapsulated in tears

Green fibres
filter sunlight
to wake me

from emerald dreams
of dark humidity
deep forests
of potent life
Green eyes
watch me
from underneath
my green
pillow

Flowers painted
Underneath fragile layers
Of skin

Colourful reminders
Behind glasses
On a cloudy day
Swollen memories
Enveloping happy days
Of compromise

Red are the violent floods of passion and rage
sometimes love
sometimes national pride
and ancestry
in my blood
in our flag
and my dreams at night.

Red is fire
and ***
Red is anger and lust
desire

Red is me
I am
The Red Dragon

A total absence of colour
Blinding
But allows

A new creation
A blank page
Unfolded no flaws
A cry
But white is silence

A beginning
No given direction
Loss
But a chance to be

Anything

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... ;)

I was a ******
before

I met your words
My words were innocent
Unspoiled
Insecure
Before

You forcefully
took me
***** me
With your lyrical might
Of words
Your confidence
In words
impropriety
Through
Words
I am no longer
Who I was

Before

Your words

beautifully smooth
nature looks quite like nature
silicon babies

The silence
in words never uttered
never written

The absolute absence
of words

tomorrow
I hope
my fears will be
follies
and not truths

Letters on a screen
Injected words rush through veins
Feed my addiction

They were celebrating
in lofty halls
and carpeted offices
with wine flowing
thick and red
when the bombs fell
to finally **** him
rid the world of his tyranny
of ideas
of meaning

they were celebrating
and toasting
to freedom
and democracy
with structures disintegrating
in every corner
when it finally hit them
that he wasn't coming back
to save them
this time

huge fires
start in your toes
but reach
much higher

I have been there
on the edge of nowhere and everywhere
where my senses were screaming
and the real was like dreaming
only faster and wilder
never wished it to be milder
just jumped on the wagon
and ruled the skies like a dragon

I was there for a second
and since then my soul has beckoned
take me back let me explore
take me back for I want more
and the dragon inside wants to fly
but I stay, I do not even try
those adventures I still get in flashes
and I try hard to steer clear of crashes

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

funny,
how simple sometimes
means genius
and other times
cheap

I noticed him
as I entered the room
I noticed how his eyes
like those of a botanist
investigated my flower
how the purple and black had spread
and raised the skin
as if my blood were tactonic plates
threatening with eruption
I noticed his smile
and I knew
how this man truly knew
these flowers
where they grew
how to obtain them
and make them bloom
I wanted my flower to bloom

She wanders the streets unnoticed
past the news stand
with a front page giraffe
and letters in a foreign language
she barely speaks
sometimes she sits on the edge
of a bench or a litterbox
to rest her legs and her sore stilettoed
feet
She doesn't talk much
she has no friends
just work
and people
even the media
leave her alone

Maybe if she was a giraffe
with big eyes
and an enormous mythological heart
to pump blood through her neck
to her head
and to pump news around the world
Maybe then
someone would notice her?

For what news is she
compared to a giraffe
put to sleep humanely
purposefully
to secure its species
then displayed in scientific lectures
as insight for future generations
and lastly fed to lions
as if it had died on the savanna

But what purpose has she
that ******* the street
other than serving urban lions
she knows
no one will care
no one will learn from her experience
let alone from her death
by lions

magic sprung
from the words strung
between two
opposite fools

For our sakes
they are plated with silver
now
for our sakes
they are just pieces
of once upon a terrible day
disassembled bodies
flesh
with ragged edges
hung on hooks
for our sakes
collectibles
from afar
they look almost pretty
blood removed
and reasons
like justification
none

There are days
When I am able to forget
We were there
Together
For years
Sharing all
Travelling the same road
I was there with you
Always
But we got separated
By life
lost
I lost touch
lost my way
Got lost from you
And I tried to find you
Reconnect with you
But you wouldn't
You said you lost me
Back there
So I lost you
Right there
I just wish
I could lose the pain
Of remembering
How I lost you
When the rest of my world
Has still got you
But there are days
When I am able to forget...

Tattooed across his handsome face
Was a life of unfortunate stars
On his forehead were many a trace
Of the fights he had picked in bars

But it wasn’t just fighting in bars
That had made him his ominous tattoo
As a child he had smashed neighbours’ cars
Ramming into them sky high on glue

Hanging out with this guy meant trouble
He would never obey any laws
All the stupidest dares he would double
Breaking bones, smashing teeth, cracking jaws

If you see this guy, please, look away!
If he’s noticed you, run for your life
Every line on his face leads astray
And you don’t want to mess with his wife

I remember hiking
Finding that cabin
Finding lust
Behind steamy windows
Pressing skin
Against glass
Against floors
Heels over head
Connecting
Delivering
Receiving
Catching breath and
Leaving

I remember flying
Silently gliding
Over magnificent landscapes
Mountains, lakes and deserts

I remember being pushed
Instructed and embraced
By you

I remember riding bicycles
Across states
Packing tents
And love of adventure
Nothing else

I remember bodies
Sore from exercise
Finding soothing sources
Of energy
In sweet entanglement
Upon a silvery lake

I remember climbing with you
Dangling over the abyss
To view nagnificence
Trusting you
Not to let me fall

I remember slipping
The fear of mistaking
Depending on the line
Linking the two of us
In vain

I remember you catching me
Pulling me up
I remember you
Saving me
So I could have another look
At greatness

I remember you wanting me
And wanting others to want me too
So you could want me even more

I remember marking
Your territory
Taking trips
Taking time to
Carefully draw up
Every inch
Of your body
With the tip
Of my tongue

I remember playing
Hide and seek
On your territory
Letting hands explore
set up a camp
And build a fire

I remember claiming
This territory
Taking it
Willfully demanding
This territory
To be mine