i said, would you wear my shoes
you said no, you have never used such shoes, you don’t imagine you can
and i said well that’s good
wear this hat then, i said
i will walk with you in the scorching sun, maybe offer you shade
you said no, you got to make appearances
would you read my soul, i asked
you said - no, it’s not what i read
i said okay, what if i give my shoes, hats, soul, blood and flesh
no you said, you don’t feel like it
okay, i said, i’ll write everything down then
but i restrained the spill,
until my body was full of perforations

some days i mourn the death of stars,
some days i forget to mourn the dreams i massacred
both days i tell you nothing about it

somedays i mourn the death of stars,
some days i forget to mourn the dreams i massacred

both days i know i can tell no one anything about it
and i didn’t, but it seems like the end

so what if i erupted out all my infections.

I wish I could expell
This wild beast from my chest,
This bottomless well,
Merciless tempest.
.
It roars and screams
For things it can't get:
Insubstantial dreams,
Uncollected debt.
.
And it isn't fair
That efforts mean naught;
When all is laid bare -
Love can't be bought.
.
I long and I ache,
At the mercy of fate,
Its give and take,
The cruelest bait.
.
The suffocating need
To not be alone,
Unrelenting greed,
Scathing to the bone.
.
It rakes its claws deep
Through my ribcage,
Makes me weep,
Helpless with rage.
.
Its loathsome fury,
Feral with want,
My judge and jury,
Inescapable haunt.
.
And it makes me think
That it's you I'm missing,
But it's really that link,
That has me reminiscing.
.
And I tried with such ardor
To find it once more,
But it's getting harder,
And my soul is sore.
.
Tired of hoping
And letdowns, in vain,
Tired of coping
With this constant pain.
.
If I were not godless
Surely I would pray
To finally convalesce,
To just get away.
.

The hawk cries, wrens sing, owls call, pileated’s stay in tune, —rad -a-tat, tat —rad -a- tat tat —rad -a- tat tat... THE HAWK SCREAMS! The woods awaken…… the swamp glistens under the Blood Moon… A squirrel scurries. —Rad -a- tat tat —rad -a- tat tat -the song of the drum continues…. Calling out…. It’s now the sun that shines across the murky water. —The woodland forest has awakened!

someone i loved was once concerned
that i'd get used to her nakedness if we spent hours and days like that
and that i'd stop being charmed by her but
that was not true.
the charm was in the oblivion she wore to her nakedness as each day passed
a quick turn, a shimmer, a shiver
i wonder if someone would ever want that of me

ah draw the curtains, i would rather not be seen at all
than be seen seeing, seen wanting

truffles and waffles
never had them,
diabetes is **** poetry to even the diabetics
it's just decay and i don't know what i taste like
i would love for someone to take their sweet time and taste me
and tell me something nice though
i can appreciate it even if i heard i tasted like lava
or mud or swamps
or coffee or blood or rust

i am not picturing you coming over with a box of truffles and waffles
only for me to tell you i can't have them one more time
and you were upset

i needed words first you know
"you did too much today, didn't you? again?"
"i want to read something you wrote?"
"i want to read you, can i read you?"
"can i eat your insides?"
“can i keep running my fingers through your hair until you sleep?”
“can you cry away all your pain while i hold you?”
“can i ******* so you forget the dread that weighs on you”

+Asked from a butterfly: "how was the trip?"
-Responded with a regretful sigh:
" the roughest part was not knowing what's going to happen after cocoon!"

As I stand beneath,
sky's embrace,
open arms,
claim me as its own.

each drop,
cold,
yet warmth blossom in me.

each raindrop,
feels as a caress,
a lover's kiss,
as it drenchs my soul.

I see the summit,
A challenge, it seems,
Lying at the top,
A million shattered dreams.

I bid my loved ones farewell,
I promise at the end it will all be well..
But deep down I know...
Stands infront of me Satan,
At the doors of hell.

The climb is hard..
My body is sore,
The mind says no more...
Martial blood answers the call.
Death to Satan ,Victory be to God.

I pass the shattered dreams,
Names long forgotten, enroute I meet.
All that remains are bones and some skulls,
But the emotions say it all, wanting to yell....

Finally I reach the helm,
The air is fresh,
I have conquered the realm.

I look up and the joy disappears...
I take a deep breath,
another trail  appears,
I start walking, tightening my gear....

Another summit stands tall,
Luring the travellers , for the fall.
We chase them like moths to flame.
At the end , what do we gain?
For our loved ones we leave behind,
For our dreams, their sacrifices
We do not mind...

Wake up O great warrior,
This is Satans Game,
Do not be blind...
Do not be blind...