I haven't posted for a long time and I as well might do...

Shy out of the window

The light I project on your face
Shows your seasonal scars
plenty
You drive your car
Like suicide
Shy out of the window
Shame air-conditioned

You scream yourself out of
Here and now
Out of the river of crime
Meandering through our times

You’re too smart to keep still
Distrustful to peaceful pills
Will I ever hold on to anything
Darling, you’re my last safety pin.

The calligraphy in your eye reads
I’m not afraid to die
And I am plenty
I hang on to your sleeve
Like suicide
Shy out of the window
Shame air-conditioned

I scream myself out of
Here and now
Out of the river of crime
Meandering through our times

I murdered my innocent girl
Here and now
You said
There’s a river of crime
Meandering through our times
The blood is yours
and mine.

Where I Left My Soul

On the bank of Rhine
lies a piece of mine.
Close to Railway bridge
I found out the pitch
where me and sun meet

with beatles
on my feet.

Tell me

I feel special and wild
Serve me as a dessert
At our table
Tell me flattering things like
You’re a channel for beauty
Tell me
Beauty resides within a skeleton
And trickles down my ribs
Tell me
Daddy longlegs won’t bite...

For the Lovers

For deserving this place
open your days
with light in the hand
Seek the stream
of pureness
Follow through
through the orchard
of broken hearts
the water’s there red
but true and kind

In that place
where lovers lie
the lies will die

Maybe you’ve read
lovers make beds
with lips painted red
souls soaked in blue

But this is true
red roses gathered at tombstones
put on the heart
make the heart blossom

Lovers stroll at burial grounds
behind iron gates
kissing their wounds
tangling their fates.

Let them be bleeding.
Let them be blessed.

Bone Left Alone

You awake me
in my darkest light
I change my fluid
to crimson dark
taken by carriage
down the welsh
cliffs

Lone as a fish
bone.

Recipe

He’s a big boy
He’s a small man
What will he become?
Not angry, not angry,
Please.

Meet the woman
On the highway to your heart
Let her be uncanny
Let her be smart.

See her as her
Not as them.
See her as you.
Big girl,
Woman little.

If

We come from waters deep
Fragrances heavy-sweet
Confuse our wishes with fears
Want to shout honesty
Turn to bed with guilt.

If we could be diamond-eyed
Pure of heart
Less disguised
Our love would matter.

His Heart, Red on White

Sending shivers down my spine
With his obscene
Innocence.
His honesty shames me
To the bone.

Whatever he feels
Hurtful and crying
I would jump off the cliff
To save his soul and
Bring it back
Among the sheep.

Let’s put up a flag
In this country
Where hearts meet to
Rest in
wool.

Out of all templates
I’ve chosen your silhouette
Let me walk in your
Heavy shoes and
Sing praise of
Tenderness.

I’m clinging to your
Little finger.

Behind Wire Rims

Behind his wire rims
His mind is
Crystallized
Sending off electric
Blue light.

Whatever he’s thinking
I don’t want to be a part
That’s what she meant by
Walking the land of
Liquid ice.

Undercurrents of his doubts
And models of thirteen-
Dimensional worlds
Leave me dumb.

Whatever he’s up to I
Hope will simplify
Whatever he wants I
Dream won't collide
With embers of
The soul.

Children-torn

Hearts are so hard to
give.
Always easier to boys who wear
pink.

A heart as marsh-mallow
I turn to an edge you
crack your head
on.

Don't steal my tides
I'm so strung-high
on the beach with-
out melting
sand.

Don't wear my smiles
I loose my
guns.

You want to drive a motorbike with
your mother,
love.

When my father jumps into the grave
my foot
a tug.

We're
children-torn.

Let's get cheesy about love again...

II.

We see through the light
the specks of dust
when sun is rising
everything’s older than us
our love ancient
don’t let me mention
ending to
anything.

III.

Handful of music
from wet grass
and air
You smile
as I translate
the wind’s whispers
Just made love to the sea
smoothed bed sheet
Touch me with eyes
in my heart’s embrace.

Love....

I'm not in love... but I cannot stop thinking about being in love and loving and pieces like this come out...

There in the distance
waiting for the miraculous
the see tells
hush hush
gives me a deep sleep
I see the sunrise
we
see it and
know we were,
always,
and future is
a cosy room
we're walking
barefoot.

random feelings in the dark of the night

I think I have the right to
esteem myself
to crime in
and steal away
do all the nasty things



I'm different.
To get to myself is a long-distance hurdle run.
What is there underneath?
Budding pride at being me?
Shame at being a fingersmith?