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

Sometimes a strange wind
I am
At night
Sometimes an extra slender stem
I am
Among trees
Sometimes alien with tentacles
I am
Like a nightmare
Eternal
I am

I was late
I had to run
Had to take a shortcut
Had to run
My heart already pounding
When I saw it
I had to run
I had to scream
I was late

I see them coming
I see their ignorance
I watch them
Until they notice me

I let them scream
I let them run
I let them hope
Until they disappear

I screamed
And I ran
But the image caught me
I knew him
The suit and hat
Faceless
Shapeless
Yet familiar
The darkness inside
Despair
Grabbed me
Consumed me
And I became nothing
But air
Darkness in those
Looking for me
And fear
In those who saw
His many forms

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

I forgot
Yesterday
I suddenly forgot
How
To button my shirt
I forgot
For a second
Then I remembered
It all

I forgot again
This morning
I suddenly forgot how
To get to work
Or to get home
I forgot
Until one wrong turn
Made me remember
The right direction

I forget
For seconds
Or minutes
I forget
For how long
I forget
Myself
I am scared
But then I forget that
too

I know I should stop criticising
Every minuscule error in revising
The grammar in here
I should not interfere
And I really should stop analysing

But I cannot erase what I see
And the teacher insists inside me
That I share what I know
About grammar and how
To revise before posting for the world to see

Your and you're are some major sinners
They make good poets look like beginners
Plus confusions in tense
Make them seem rather dense
And that's sad when they should look like winners

I remember
a bud between my lips
lighting it
inhaling the danger
the rush
invading my veins

I remember
everything

On a late night walk
just to get some air
I picked it up
outside one of the hotels
and walked around with it
sometimes in my arms
sometimes hanging on my shoulder
later dragging after me
leaving traces of red
on the pavement
but I kept it
for comfort
in crowded places
It allowed me to sit anywhere
until I remembered
that it was supposed to be a short walk
and I returned it
the red chair
at the hotel
where I found it
before I returned
to my dream

We should have said something
We should have done something
Believed in something
We should have cried out
And faced our fears

But we said nothing
We did nothing
We didn't believe
In anything
Money couldn't buy

So we sold it all for money
Sold our souls
We pawned our treasures
And took the money they offered
To keep us quiet

We spent it all
We had one hell of a party
But hangovers come with longing
For what we used to have

And now it's too late
Somebody claimed our goods
Before we could buy them back

We no longer have a common soul
Nothing will keep us together
So we scatter
We wander without direction
Without a purpose

Or we frighten
Whenever we see belief
We scare at the sight of others
Who carry their cultures with pride

We should have said something
We should have done something
We should have at least believed
In something

...

Sometimes
I just want to bury
myself
deep
in you

Some words
like music
allow us
to touch
and caress
each other's
souls

some words
in rhythmic flows
with rhymes
like brainwaves
soothing the soul
allow us
to enter each other
in a communal state
of euphoria

Some words
just connect
perfectly
and form
not just some
but all things
anew

Skin
Still sensing
Still sore
                                     From scratches
Still sensitive

To sound
Like shockwaves                                  E    D   N
                                                          S    N    I     G

Repeated
Repeated

******* ******* ******* *******

Sensations of

V I B R A T I O N
H Y D R A T I O N

                                    Tongue torn
                                          Sore
From tickling licking
                                          Skin with sharp
                                                                           E
                                                                           D
                                                                           G
                                                                           E
                                                                           D stubbles
Sore *******
        ******* sore from
                                      Hardening
                              From bites
                      And from
                                       Fingertips fondling

And sore muscles
Aching from f
                         l
                            e
                               x
                            i
                        n
                    g
     Arching

                     Repeated contraction contraction
                                                                                      X
CONTROL                                                            A
                                                                        M
                                                                  I
                                                         L
                                     of      C

Fire

Sore sensitive
Succulents
Sore from oscillation
                                    Provocation
Still soaked
In saps
             D  R
                     I
                     P
                     P
                     I
                     N
                     G
                             Devilish desire

The mind's eye
Sore
From mimicking
                                Mo ve ments
Imprinted
                  In memory
                                       Driving me

MAD

I want more...

Words
Immaculate
and beautiful
strings
in patterns intricate
and complex
for strength and viscosity
I hope to spin
and weave
into a web
so I may catch you
if you fall

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

Our paths are paved here
with smooth black asphalt
lined with s-cut stones
so we won't have to touch
ground
between our semi-detached
houses
and our small fenced gardens.
Our paths lead to nurseries
and to school
and a medium sized supermarket
and they are all flanked with well kept
bushes and lawns
This is Suburbia Danica
Our paths are made like circles
so we stay
Our children don't get lost
and our happiness doesn't
escape.

**** seed
Outshining the sun
Glowing sodapop yellow
Against a holiday blue sky
And contrasting green
In new leaves
And freshly cut grass
For play
Blood dripping red
From knees
Unto the green
And sometimes
Unto the concrete kerb
**** seed in the background
Summer stains

I stopped writing
because of the sun
I could not see the dark
and my letters
became invisible
so I stopped
and waited for clouds

...and darkness crept in
through the cracks
of a fake smile hiding
the real
painful enlightenment
that truly blocked
the sun

But in the dark there were letters
like keys
to boxes of treasured light
that did not sting
or burn out
like the sun

I
I stopped writing
because of the sun
I could not see the dark
and my letters
became invisible
so I stopped
and waited for clouds

II
And darkness crept in
through the cracks
of a fake smile hiding
the real
painful enlightenment
that truly blocked
the sun

III
But in the dark there were letters
like keys
to boxes of treasured light
that did not sting
or burn out
like the sun

could you fix me a joint
get me high
get me some pills
in fancy colours
some snow
get me high
or a syringe
full of heated escape
from my magnificent ego
would you let me drown
with you?

The ignorant nightingale
sings happily
to welcome spring
in Suburbia

Numb from winter's chill
She set out one morning
Seeking adventure's thrill
She ignored all forewarning

The pale sunlight shone
Like ladders down the trees
The beasts of the night had gone
replaced by the humming of bees

Her path was well prepared
She knew where she wanted to go
Not knowing though if she dared
Her paces had started to slow

The cracking sound of a branch
Made her startle and give up a cry
Continued as if in a trance
But a tear had appeared in her eye

Such forceful gravitational pull
That place in the forest presented
Even though her life was full
That power was unprecedented

It grabbed her without a warning
Twisted and bent her thought
Midnight replaced the bright morning
Her captor she never fought

Though strange and slightly deform
His presence itself was enough
His touch was a violent storm
Soon her old self she would slough

Totally transformed she was
When they found her the next day
Her hands had turned into claws
And her soul had been taken away

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 her tower
Rapunzel is waiting
for a ******
revolution

Sweetness
In
The soft flavour
Of vanilla
To savour
Generously administered
So pleasing and cool
To numb heated
Senses

Craving

Fire
In the violent rush
Of peppers
To accommodate
Necessary complexity
So raw and depraved
To set aflame
All buds

Tattoo

The universe
Captured
At the ends of fingertips
Like gentle tattooing needles
Synnapses firing
Chemical arrows
In sequences
Drawing patterns
tattoos
On receptive skin
Mapping new sensory
territory
memory
Tattooing eternity
In a dream

One coffee
and a name
was carved into
my soul

On a day like this
When the air is dense
(with silence)
With summer
And essence of Saturday
Sleeping in
Soothing satisfaction

On a day like this
When my mind is numb
(with happiness)
With motives
And musings about madness
My writings move
Towards malicious mazes

Suspended by chains
The inner chamber is kept
Safe from prying eyes

I stare
at the windows of subtle despair,
broken
but rejecting repair,
I need air,
I want to grab what is not there
so I tear
at my skin
trying to find out if I dare
to lay it bare
the bone
release the scare
and test
if you really care.

someday
you'll burn down this place
I know
and from the ashes
you will crawl
in silence

but

that day
when you've scorched this place
you know
that in the grey ashes
I will still be
RED

they all leave
one day
they let go
of me

She had been surprised
The first time he approached her
Commented on her style
Her linguistic attributes
And she was new to the game

She had been flattered
When he had asked her to pose for him
Invited her into his world
His territory
And she was new to the game

She had been willing
When he changed the game
Provoked her to change her act
Her art
And she was still new to the game

She had been hungry
When he let his art penetrate her
He invaded every thought
every dream
and she was no longer new to the game


She had been desperate
When she had found that he was gone
But found traces of him everywhere
With others
And she could no longer partake in the game

She was determined
Once she found herself again
And started creating her own life
Her own game
He would not know this game

I woke up this morning
Needing to get out
I heard the day cry for my company
And my heart longing to reply
So I got up and grabbed my coat
The night was hardly dawning
When I heard somebody shout
Or was it some thing taunting hungrily
From the woods or my head know not I
But my mind was quite afloat

He sat there waiting patiently
For me to walk the path
I tucked my coat around me
In the chilling morning air
But I walked along so eagerly
As if I strode from wrath
And like a flame so easy to see
Around my head flowed my crimson hair

Not far had I come into the wild
Before I felt something near
A pair of eyes watching my every move And his hot predator's breath
I had heard the warnings as a child
Yet I did not encounter fear
As he his cover did remove
And promised me virtual death

He grabbed me by my pounding wrist
And dragged me into his lair
So damp, dangerous and dark
And there he let me laid me down
He tied me so I could not resist
And numbed me with his stare
His weapon all ****** made a mark
On my coat and my morning gown

He ate me until there was nothing left
And I saw myself from up high
I went to the woods to find my truth
And so I found the beast
I went without worries of **** or theft
And I welcomed him with a sigh
The potency of his violent youth
I invited him to feast.

There once was this silly spider
who spun her web wider and wider
until one day she tripped
got entangled and flipped
and she died because no one untied her

That one night I took a shortcut
Through the open and moonlit park
From my friends I had been lost but
I just wanted to get past the dark

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I heard a sound
Of footsteps not far behind me
To look I turned around
But nothing did I see

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I continued to walk
Ignoring the sound in the leaves
It was a gigantic shock
When hands on me wandered like thieves

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I tried to push him away
When upon me temptation he cast
My senses got blurred,  thoughts went astray
Succumbing to His will and fast

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I saw his terrible face
Furrowed and darkened by time
Still his countenance bore a trace
Of something appealing to mine

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I gave mySelf to Him
Bedazzled by words so sweet
I followed His every whim
And let him have me bleed

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I heard a church bell call
So distantly played its tune
And on my knees it made me fall
I had to leave under the treacherous moon

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night I  bade Him let me go
Under the treacherous moon
He laughed at me and let me know
He would keep me at least until noon

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That night He tortured my body and soul
His words were like poisonous spears
His tongue paved His way to His devious goal
He unleashed and tamed my fears

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That morning when the daylight broke
My spirit had fallen to Him
And as the people in town awoke
My hopes of escape grew dim

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That day at noon when the sun was high
The devil let go of my hand
His mark He had left inside my thigh
It looked like a crimson band

The Devil He dwells in the shadows

That day I finally left the park
Martered and trembling from pain
Forever I would stay out of the dark
Afraid that He'd find me again

The Devil He dwells in the shadows...

All this sunshine
And these branches
With leaves and overflowing juices
Saps and morning dew
Surround the bricks
And the polished steel
Of content frigid happiness
Boxes
All these boxes
With things we must do
And rules for obtaining perfection
All this liberty
With obligatory attachments
And abstinence
Beauty
All this gold plated beauty
Bought with fruits and flesh
Fresh blood and bodies every month
All this necessity
This war on voices
Speaking out of turn
And living out of tune
Voices
All these voices
All this unspoken nausea
From breathing imitated air
Between designer chairs
And eating love made slow food
Made by soulless unloving people
Love
All this hollow propaganda
Designed to numb
To tell the critics they're dumb
Until they, too, succumb
To the same ideals
As the rest

we ate strange meat
from the ashes
when no green was left

starved and exhausted
we scoured the city
for weapons and meat

we fought wars
over canned fruit and water
and we left the dead to rot

but then the food ran out
and not even acid rain would fall
on the layers of nightmarish dust

when we found him
he was already gone
not dead but out of his mind

so we tied him
and we let him bleed
like a lamb at easter

and we feasted
first on his heart
and then on his meager flesh

In our cups was suddenly wine
and we drank at this
at our last supper as men

I keep strawberry plants in my garden
for they give good yield with little toil
and the sweetness of self produce is greater
than something bought

I keep strawberry plants in my garden
and one in particular seems promising
it's not big in size, but it has many flowers
the promise of summer fruit

I keep strawberry plants in my garden
I watch over them from my window
and I dream of what they'll bring
especially that unseeming one in the corner

I keep strawberry plants in my garden
I water them in the absence of rain
and I **** out grass and other alien plants
so they may grow unhindered

I keep strawberry plants in my garden
and they are starting to show signs of fruit
but one of them is dying
suddenly, it just turned brown

I had a strawberry plant
it was my favourite
it bore such promises
it died and I care not for the rest

Therapy

She had been there before
Tried to reach him
Tried to knock
Be polite
No one answered
It didn't seem urgent

She knocked again
Louder
She had no key
And it was urgent
She had to get inside
To reach him

She bruised badly
But the door finally caved
To victory!
And she called him
But all was silent
Contradictory

She looked around
At regret
Countless sacrifices
Mindless mutilations
Upon a false altar
Rejected by God

He was nowhere
Only an echo
In the horrid remnants
Of his experiment
With love
She had to get out

My feet hurt
I have been walking for weeks
Barefoot
Through ashes, eggshells and mud
Away from the cursed place.
I try not to look
At the stakes aligning the road

But I hear the dripping
Of blood from their mutilated limbs
Onto the ground
Like ink
I smell weapons piercing organs
Slashing veins
Quills puncturing eyeballs
And bloated egos
The sweet smell of iron
In my nostrils
I taste it, the blood
The deceit
Every breath makes me sick

But I continue my journey
Tattered wings dragging
Leaving ****** trails
On every leaf
Although exhausted
And ruined
I walk on
With him by my side
Knowing that what I did
Mattered

I  am the wind
Your mistress
I am a gentle breeze
Playing with your senses
Calling you outside
Whispering promises
Of changing tides

I am the wind
A rough Northern gale
Chilling to the touch
But nature's powerful tool
I turn the oceans
I stir up pools of stale water

I am a violent storm
A fire breathing dragon
I make forests
And dry plains burn
I bring the thunder and the rain
And the air
To kindle your flame

I am the wind
Your mistress
Calling out your name
I am the wind
Commanding
Come meet me outside
Let me touch your face
Let me whisper secrets
As I blow through your chimes

I am the wind
Your mistress
I am the air
I allow you to breathe
I allow your fire to burn
I am the wind
Can you feel me?

I decide
Your fate

She waits for him
Behind closed doors
And lace covered windows

She waits in heels
Perfect hair and makeup
And nothing else

She waits for him
To open the door
And enter her fantasy

She waits for him
To acknowledge his mistress
And give into this

She is patient
Her whip will tell him the rules
And make him beg

She is treacherous
In her beauty
And her skills

She waits for him
And here he comes
I can hear footsteps in the hall...

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.