dear crow

on saturday..
prey for a sunny
day..

there will be fun
aplenty!
steve from radio

ding-**** is comparing
good to see old amigo
already crow..

i have a kaleidoscope
of butterflies in me belly!
all nerve ends

in the brain
thank bachus for the
cider tent..?!

love sent-lily..

dear lily

i´ll be there!
if there were no air
or gravity..

should i asphyxiate
or fall
the spirit will hover

like ancient ancestors
my love child-warrior-
a call !

caw!
above thy blessed
head and i shall be with thou

this world a test of faith
sow your seed
i will be there..

dear lily

of fame is comparable to
death
(in it´s singularity..)

heaven, a number of
whitest bathroom
to a hall of hell-

local celebrity, and
are you so and so?
did n´t you used to..?

and, of course, fear,
will you sign their ****
what no..?

fame, as mr bowie said..
and are we not the dead?
do we have a life..?

dear crow,

i distain the cult of celebrity!
but a girl has to make ends meet
my blackest raven!

i am reading at poetry etc in
the park
will you be there..?

dear crow
what of fear and death
all live the same but
death is singular..blue..

dear lily
how do we live the same?
we are part of a universal con-
scienceness?bless..green..

dear crow
yes,but to die is
our very own..there is no
blue print so..we are truly alone..
(and that is the good news..)..purple..

dear lily
what of fear and what of
euthanasia-(well, f
going to switzeland..i believe
there is a contract out..)

dear crow
the state and church will never
relinquish (us)
life is blessed..

dear lily
unless we go to war
to die in glory..
and what of fame?

dear crow

are you a man who is a
crow or
a crow who is man..?
(your go!)

dear lily

there is a begin
and end to everything
who knows..
like you-

i am everything in
the panthiest universe
love grows..
(your turn!)

dear crow

and what of death?
dear crow
what sayest thou?
(my little corvus..)

dear lily

we are the children of the
rainbow and we embrace all
the colour equal..?!

we all dance and sing equal
and death inevitable
death is-is good..

dear crow

what of fear?

dear lily

what of fear..

dear crow

i recall biking up a hill
stood out the saddle
giving it all..

when a peddle
came off
oof!

i went down like
a sack of potatoes
and lay supine

contemplating mother
sky..but as i said to a star
when she fell from

her chariot of  slaves-
it is not how you fall
but how you rise..

dear lily

wise words
in a world
patiently mad

are we fated
love or hated
happy or sad

good or bad
to fall-hit the deck
**** over ***

a peddle short
the farm bought
to drop like leaden

balloons- just an accident..
o lily i pick you up!
and hold you

in my loving wings and together
we soar!away from tired
unfetterd mishap..

i am turning into crow
like a jackdaw
i will take your heart

something shining-
through one green eye i
you are mine..

you are my diamond-!
el diablo in desguise
you will recognise..