W1
I’ll fall asleep
before you see me getting older
before time seals my lips with silence
before fear takes over and
before the deer get tired of being hunted.
[Deer – March.18/03]
W2
One way to deal with sadness is to experience her full effect until
either of you evaporate through your skin to the Cosmos.
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A few days later:
It hasn’t taken long to sadness to exert her evaporation effect through my thin skin.
Dispersed in a very dense Cosmos and having given up on most of its creatures
I am becoming less complicated
Free-er, lighter and happier.
I assume if sadness was a substance it would be a poly-thio-alcohol
But still wondering what substance would Love be?
Or is it a wave?
[The substance of Sadness – Oct.29/19]
W3
The sweetest dreams are people who make me laugh.
[Sweet Dreams – Sep.22/08]
W4
Love is not innocent and this is a reason why life isn’t fair.
[Love-guilty – July.16/11]
W5
Sky grey
dead grey-red blood squeezes through vessels
reverting polarities to melancholy.
[Tide – Nov.03/11]
W6
When I discover the hidden beauty in your skull,
the beauty of your skin becomes even more insignificant.
[Skinny – Dec.26/11]
W7
Only dreams defy gravity just for you to fly.
[Speedy boarder’s night flight – Dec.01/12]
W8
On a homeless sofa an acrobat is resting.
He blows his omnivorous soul to the night sky.
The stars start shedding glitter.
It all sticks to his body;
his veins pump, his muscles climb on his bones.
He inhales his soul back in his chest.
He glows beauty. No spotlights are lit.
The show starts in the slippery city.
The acrobat undresses.
The show starts again.
[Acrobat – Jan.27/14]
W9
The mermaid returns to her sandy beach.
She smiles when she reaches the shore.
The sunlight reflects on her salt-white teeth.
Her long curly hair that covers her breasts,
weaves a story of breaking waves of millennia.
She crawls gracefully in the bushes and soon she finds her corpse.
Long ago, she used to be a human but exchanged it for a pair of water-breathing lungs and, a swimming tail fortified with time-tight scales of unparalleled strength and beauty in silver-blue colours.
Ohhh! She is beautiful!
She strokes her petrified body and wishes it sleeps tight.
There’s no need to wake up.
Her dreams have become true and as real as the salty water of the oceans,
their endless blue and transparency, she now, calls home.
[Anatomy of a Mermaid – April.06/14]
W10
In Winters they roll the Sun off the sky,
light fires on the snow and unbury Summers.
In Autumn they swim in the clouds
unpack their dreams from the attic and
dry themselves with their warmth.
In Spring they dance on flowers;
all colours and all whites are beautiful.
Silent they remain in Summers;
they listen to the Sea whispering, speaking, singing or
mourning the richness of poverty that never tires
but, loves and lives on un-intermittently by
the force of the spinning Earth.
The poor always celebrate!
[Seasonal Celebrations – Oct.23/15]
W11
Deeper the lake of melancholy becomes from sunset to sunset.
Deeper yet than the Seven Seas together.
How does it fit in my mind?
Calm its surface remains
But anything that dives through becomes mute and desolate.
Like the sound of a stranger’s language without sense,
unless he cries or smiles.
We always know when to walk away.
For the lake of anguish is so vast
no one has ever met anyone and everyone feels alone.
[Flat Lake – Nov.02/15]
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