We were not born equal
To die equal.
Each has his own story.
No equality at all
I am so sorry.
Some were born to be kings
Wearing diamond rings.
Others were born just to sing
For this or that king.
Time is our arch enemy.
Some were born just to worship
Others to be worshipped.
Trust no one but your heart
Be yourself
You were born smart.
Dance and sing
Tell them all.
I was born a king.

I knew love
The day I met you.
It was neither Saturday
Nor Wednesday.
It was the eighth day of the week
That day I was somehow weak.
We started to play
A romantic play.
I still remember the first kiss
That I forever miss.
It was I guess
late in the afternoon
Hiding behind a carthaginian ruin.
We melted like a candle
I was born on that very day
You call it the eighth day
I call it Loveday.

Her body pulls away, outlying

Ask the mountains
Question the clouds

What is rotation's logic?
Have we spun fallaciously all along?

Communicating with inexact words?
Kissing off-target?
*******, an imprecise expression?

She settles now on unapproachable horizon

Learn from the shore
Understand the sea

Neither dare, nor desire, to claim
For the indignity or cumber of a difficult collide

Start anew by holding hands
Discover the "we" in you and her

Ever so gently, allow her to orbit
The offered affection
On her own terms

The heart will again probe for
A returning circuit to attachment

Her body will move closer

There's no line for
implants or alcohol

Autumn leaves fall in time
not just for October

Voices are liminal
neither hide nor hair

*** is a capricious contest
where anyone can be assassin

Limitless horizons abound
where even bottomfeeders
fear to tread

Welcome to phase II
It's only the beginning
(of the end)