last night i dreamed a brown bear wandered in my room and grabbed something off the side table and just wandered out again

i assumed the kids had just got another pet

but then you said

I had not shaved in weeks, get very Grizzly like, and your door was unlocked, so?

so, maybe it was that old story
Goldilocks in reverse
but i don't think you were really after my porridge

Life is one
Big
Huge
Gigantic
Humongous
                      .....
Diverse
Fantastically perverse metaphor

For what happens after you die

So make sure to be happy while you have a choice in the matter

Storms are coming and                                    I
Only want it to stop
Flood is all over the room and I                     am
Swept by the streams
Words are filling my brain
“Will you stop thinking?”
Thank God someone said that,
“I’ll help you in your                                   healing.”


Voices are inconsistent and                              I
Am finding out how should they be gone
Or should they be gone?
Static, I don’t know
What to do but, I                                             am
Writing thunderstorms by now
Hoping for a sunrise to come
Hoping that self will stride,                          fighting.

We see the stars, that twinkle
That´s our impotence that,
we can´t see the stars that doesn´t twinkle
but they exist.
They exist in that dark universe
lightening their surrounding.
There comes a certain time for star, to
twinkle for universe,
but not every star has that potential.

and yea I am a star,
and I am fan of myself.

Was it for this I uttered prayers
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?

two souls
two worlds
two parallel lines
....
single thread

She is an atlas
her eyes deepest
and darkest Africa

Unfolded I hold her
tracing the source
of her diamonds and gold

In search of the motherload.