forever pledged love
hollowed out by dailiness
just snake skin remains

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

Shoving, pushing, a high pitched row.
Nerves so tense, lids to blow.
What an insane nuthouse show.

oh sweet agony,
cover me in darkness
and feed my despair.

your single-mindedness
numbs my wretched life
and amplifies the longing.

lead me away
to beautiful places
and unfulfilled dreams.

you are the gateway
for my soul.

black rose petals fall
a dark veil for our dead
love transcends the loss

coffee, fruit and toast
to feed the body’s spirit.
one kiss for the heart.

Wake
  Wash
    Eat
      Commute
        Work
          Eat
    ­    Work
      Commute
    Eat
  Wash
Sleep

I’m searching
for words.

Words
explaining me.

Me
and those feelings.

Feelings
of love and fear.

Fear
of losing you.

You,
whom I adore.

Adore
with all I have.

If you fall,
   I will help you up.

If you lose your way,
   I will guide you back.

But the choices
   are all yours to make.

Still warm from you, I shiver
because I see you
sleeping next to me
and crave back the night.

But Eos heralds
in her fairest gown
a new day that elevates
nightly passion to a dream.

Your breath is calm
and your ***** hardly moves
when I wake you with kisses
across your silken skin.

You smile for the gods
and I lower my gaze
to elude what robs my senses
but then your lips give life to mine.

Locked in embrace
you whisper fondly – “My Love”.

You mind your steps
   after you've stumbled.
You miss your home
   after you’ve left it.
You value your health
   after you’ve been sick.

But you can’t enjoy life
   after you died.

We talk about change,
    but expect others to do it.
We talk about fake news,
   but keep reading it.
We talk about democracy,
   but don't listen to the people.
We talk about lies,
   but keep believing them.
We talk about tolerance,
   but suppress opinions.
We talk about human rights,
   but torture and ****.
We talk about privacy,
   but eavesdrop on all communication.  
We talk about freedom,
   but fight endless wars.
We talk about hypocrisy,
   but are the biggest hypocrites.
We talk about so many things,
   but not what really matters.

Stop talking,
   start acting!

Maybe.

I thought I would break,
but I became numb instead.

You took my hope
to find the right path.

You tormented me
denied me a look at life
to entertain Thanatos.

**** you and your gods
who feed on misery.

You took my life
even before I woke.

green, yellow, red, brown
hanging, dying, falling down
beautiful carnage

... I may calm my fear
and unseen horror
with words light and clear.

... I may ease my pain
and tend gaping wounds
with verses of healing rain.

... I may release my rage
and spark fiery storms
of rhymes that burn the page.

And maybe, one day
I write about love's joy
in a dazzling lyric play.

This world is broken.
Hypocrisy everywhere.
But it always was.

Spin a white cocoon
of lies and self-denial.
Slowly rot inside.

I listen to what you have to say
         (ignoring every part of it)
And calmly nod agreement
         (while furiously screaming disapproval)

I show you my admiration
         (loathing every moment)
And promise loyalty
         (faked by hatred)

I’m so grateful for what you made me
         (a vile shattered soul)

Two sparrows squabble.
Scraping along rain gutter.
Brightening blue heart.

I can hardly wait
to rise anew from ashes.
Set alight by love.

Gift me a little of your time
for a meal under blue and green.
Gift me hours of your happiness
for a meal where flowers blossom.

visit old places
to search among memories
in hope to find you

Poems are like sprouts of green
pushing through tarmac.

An Orwellian term
used by self-righteous hypocrites
hiding behind a cloak of morality.

Wake up.

Political correctness controls the narrative
by shaming and suppressing.

It forces upon us
the “one true” ideological orthodoxy.

It eliminates decent and
makes people lie and self-censor their words.

Stand up.

We must allow others to speak
and voice their thoughts.

Some might be stupid,
so let’s expose their faults.

Some might be outrageous,
so let’s pause and defuse.

Some might be hurtful and mean
so let’s self-reflect and steel ourselves.

Speak up.

Political correctness leads to sameness
contrary to the individualism
it pretends to protect.

It is a road into slavery.
First the slavery of your mind
and later slavery of your body.

We tend to hide
our broken self’s
and look ashamed
from obvious flaws.

But what if you change
your point of view?

And wear those cracks
like precious scars.
Not with pride, but
simple confidence.

The devil, conquered.
Dark enlightened by knowledge.
The void filled by man.

I thought
   I could change the world
   and leave a mark,
but I failed.

I thought
   I could excel at work
   and support a family,
but I failed.

I thought
   I could keep a healthy body
   and a lucid mind,
but I failed.

Now there’s nothing left
and for the first time I feel free.

Some poems create
a resonating chamber
deep inside my heart.

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

Hey, that doesn’t rhyme,
what a ******* waste of time.

Do I really have to read this?
I don’t care about your mental fizz.

And btw, no one writes those anymore
only lonely people who hide indoor.

Honestly, what does this actually mean?
I prefer to watch a social media stream.

So, you better stop being a fool
and we might end to ridicule.

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.