You think you are free?
Free to stand on our own feet.
Dare to cut the ropes.

Like a withered leaf in a storm
I was pushed through life.
Powerless without a goal
my last will drowned in blood.
After years of suffering,
it finally was quiet.

Oh, beautiful nothing.
No more limitations.
Imagination becomes reality
death becomes life.

Now the dream can begin.
And I find myself in your arms
walking through rose gardens
swimming in a sea of passion.

You are my happiness and joy,
wisdom and meaning.

I can’t see their anger.
I can’t taste their rottenness.
I can’t smell their stench.
I can’t hear their screams.
I can’t feel their stones.

I’ve grown cold of this world.
Shutting out all the lunacy
by looking into myself.

And I’m content, calm, ready.
They can’t scare me anymore.
I’ve sent my fears to the gallows.

Hold still for a moment.
  Appreciate that you are alive.
    Put away the distractions.
      Picture yourself
        Independent and free.
      Needing nothing
    Except yourself.
  Savor this inner peace as it
Shines through to the outside.

And the wolves are watching
the lambs fight among themselves.

Love, like sweet icing sugar
burns with yellow flame
blackening your common sense.

Cupid's arrow ripped
a  wound that left me bleeding,
till death showed his face.

Crucify me with glowing irons.
Tear me into thousand pieces
or burn me in heresy fire.

Just do something
because no death
can be worse
than your indifference.

Solemn promises.
Stern new year resolutions.
Lies sold to myself.

one that loves
one that believes
one that needs me

Rule by the people.
Depraved by politicians.
People by the rule.

Poems are like a safety relief valve.

In them we can say
what we would never say aloud.

In them we can
  curse,
    cry,
      love,
        hate,
          destroy,
            and create.

All those feelings and actions
we never show in real.

Poems are like a safety relief valve
and they are saving lives.

Pointing out
the truth.
Preaching
the future.

It's all for naught.
As words spoken
remain unheard.

Ignored you start showing.
Giving all you have.

But again
all is for naught.
As results
remain unseen.

So you keep toiling
silently hidden
unknown unseen
til the end.

I’m alone.
In this dark room.
Gasping for air.
Eyes closed.
Tears bleeding.
Sadness screaming.
Soundless agony.

makes us submissive.
prevents us taking action.
we can do better!

Bury me
under a tree.

One with
green leaves
and pink
round blossoms.

One that grows
sweet red fruits
that feed
hungry mouths.

One that sparkles
in golden colors
until the first
winter arrives.

One which
rests in peace
covered by snow
until spring.

Bury me
under a tree
so I can live again.

forever pledged love
hollowed out by dailiness
just snake skin remains

count from one to ten
take a deep breath of fresh air
close your eyes, exhale

Love, essence of life.
Kind, patient and innocent.
Quest for a pure heart.

Snow reflects first light.
Silent winter wonderland.
Cold and stiff I sleep.

I was born in spring
above a silent stream.
Called on by an ancient king
to serve after winter’s dream.

We fought a many battle.
Braved storms and other misery.
Always the obedient cattle
until death or glorious victory.

Time moved like the water below.
Day and night in constant flow.

I held on till the end
seduced by a promised land.
A place of plenty and open doors
across the distant ocean shores.

Then I fell, all brown and brittle
into the river’s icy wave.
I drifted happily for a little
before I sank to my murky grave.

Shy rays of light
paint warm hues
on dreaming eyes.

And a robin chirps
his morning song
in silver key.

Life awakens
all around.

Buried below pillows
I sail from darkness
towards bright stars
rising behind weeping eyes.

painful memories
encased in a troubled heart
waiting for rescue