You thought there could
be no worse than leaving

(but for an endless suffering
of mine standing there watching)

You probably don’t think
about me anymore
(as spring about winter
and winter about fall)
But tell me
in the deepest of nights
do you ever wake up
feeling the calling
far from your sight
(and sight of any man
life or even meaning)
do you ever start crying
because the tears from
miles and miles don’t
let you free yourself
from burning (in the
same time dreams
of you were cut
from my heart—
—the reality so painful
and shiningly suicidal)
but don’t worry please
for
the stars and the trees
and the world is
the beginning for you
(for me the end)

I dreamed you a fresh
flowery blue dress
smiling into the sun

your blue eyes of sky
blonde hair full of sunlight
and sin
barefooted on the grass

we were walking (your hand
in mine)
we were smiling (with ever
burning fire)

no destinanion in need (
only your presence
captures the eye of God)
no pockets to hide our
feelings in

forever and yet never
A sleepy lights came through
the window
night crept out through a back door
a pallid day walked in

Do not speak of flowers

burning and burning the rose
petals find a glimpse of world
right before they collapse in ash

Do not speak of your lovers

no matter who they stand opposed
if two or more, your always cold
hands never tremble nor abash

Do not speak of night

fearing each and every day
as the beams bow lower
before her curly silver touch

Do not speak of what is right

killing your spirit slowly prey
on weak minded and lost
people wanting to die too much

Do no speak of love

and her skin being ripped off
soul chained to a heavy stone
idea lost in the motionless spark

Speak do not

only the silence prepares to be
our judge as the winter paints
the icy flowers in a complete dark

And when you ask

is there anything left to talk?
My poor hard heart is dead
as is your idle flaming heart

Hello and now walk away
You've never been here to stay
And never you mind the many times
The word always escaped your lips
And never mind how many times
It was received as a warm rain
Falling on this god's whipped heart
To reincarnate a smell of flowers
Those hours when my ship sailed out of bay
Just to be turned back by the storms
Or even an unusually good weather
Good day stranger and good bye love
For I have dug so deep and wide
That now I can't see the light
And all of you coming round
Cannot see my abyss solitude
Under the ground
Just stare how magnificently it is dark
And hello good bye hi farewell
For in my abyss solitude
Humankind doesn't ring a bell
And if you stay amazed of what you see
don’t you feel darling
it’s only dark as me

Choose your faith

And

Die

Looking at desolation
(that you left here behind
with me in ruins)
and sun that shines
only to be stopped by clouds
(for darkness has deeper
meaning than collapse)
I touched the only pillar
which remained of
the temple (where
each night lied seven
stone roses with blood
in their petals) but
spirit of the place was gone
(with the summer which may
never spread its arms across
the land again) and I was left with
a hammer and pickaxe to
rebuild the temple (with a face
of new goddess) you destroyed
when you gave yourself to him
(but the times is not right now
for my hard hands are feeling
numb) looking at this desolation
I endorse my isolation (but the
time will come and it will be
a new poem for the eyes of love