Particle.

 You'll get recycled,

Like the stars, like the sky,

Once the particles are born, then the particles die.

The body dissolves,

Soul gets wings of a firefly.

Golden dust.

Fall into my wings,

Let the worries fall,

The tempest of the heart,

Light fume evades that all.

Evaporate in clouds, 

Of thought and crescent dream, 

The stars are getting heavy, 

Your eyelids close with golden beam.

An angel from the sky, it comes, 

And fades away with flow, 

Bringing end to worries, 

In the end of road to home:

-"Now you slowly go." 

The stardust covers lashes,

The feet embrace the snow...

Your heart and soul are silent,

The fingers reached the heaven's glow.

Dry.

In my head space

In my bubble.

Where the world doesn't

See the trouble.

Breathing my skin,

Tears vanished, thoughts deep right in,

I'm clueless, but I just take each thought

And pin and pin.

I am all flowers,

With water off, dried,

I swam like a fish in the water of words

But the water bulb lied.

Ritual.

Close my eyes when it's dark,

The moonlight's silence has eaten the spark

The dazzle that was up in the black skies,

Open my mouth, close your eyes.

The silence listens 

As you put the words back in,

Swallow the darkness,

A dazzling sin right in.

And I breathe the moonlit sky,

We used to crawl, but now we fly

I am here in this synapsis of minds

And now we die.

Oriental dreams.

Oriental dreams,

Red, golden seams,

Dress to swear the world,

That you're a fire untold,

A story bold,

That nobody wants to read.

They all begin to burn,

The story takes its turn - 

Again and again.

Returns the practice,

Put your veil back on,

Hide your face, but not because they tell you,

Because you want to.

And silence

Begins to erase the essence in the room

Of cardamom and love,

The vase is empty...

Open the window, flies away the dove.

And all those words you learned to speak,

Were empty vases, none were full,

The flowers grow in golden meadows,

Your soul is left like a teapot -

Yes, mysterious.

But old and dull.

I am a woman, I swear.

I am a woman, I swear.
And all the roads about care,
Are forbidden to open
Like words,
That crush under the heavy boards
Of silence.
And creative power means nothing.
I swear,
This dress is unbearable to wear.
And I care.
Too much and too dear -
Till the only last tear.
I am a woman and words mean silence,
Actions speak world

And I speak violence.

The dreadful substance.

The face is silent,
The mouth is closed,
But look into the darker side of mind,
Whilst make the thoughts exposed.
They whisper, the unspoken kind -
Fuck me, devour me,
Complete me, destroy me.
In the tiny corner somewhere there it lays,
Yet it remains always silent, the time passes and days,
Neutral plays the main role,
Until you arrive at the horizon,
The Moroccan sun remains a North Pole.

Lighter.

I am how I am,
So small and naked,
And all things in my head,
Are wrapped up in black thread.
Please, help me, save me from despair,
Its grip is getting tighter,
My body lacks the air.
The room is filled with gasoline
And all you need is lighter.

Ay, lad!

I will walk to Rotterdam
The place I want to be,
Where legs will feel much lighter,
Where I will dance more free.
I will walk to Gjerdmundshamn
With a name so fucking long,
I'll pick an axe, a beer,
As self-sufficient as I am,
A lady goddamn strong.
I will walk to Dingle,
Hoping I shall mingle,
As trustworthy as steady boots,
In mud thoughts covered, there she shoots.
And just as I walked down the line,
I slipped and saw a man damn fine,
And since there came a chance to dine -
I jumped up charming the poor lad,
His hair so thick, his stature - mad!
But wait, mate, something's wrong, you're soft...
Oh, who the hell am I to lose,
Drank too much beer,
It is a moose.

Coats.

You are weak,
For all the drugs you seek,
You just want to lit up,
Reach a short, glorious peak.
And all those dreams, material
Or irrational, delusions,
You let your emotions take over,
To speak for yourself,
You live for pretty illusions.
The reality bites,
Icy cold and the spites,
Make us crave for disaster
The tides that grow over our heads,
The connections we break -
We call them "new fashion",
A coat made of multiple threads.
The life with no reason,
Immense sense of "I",
As far as it gets.

We are and we have never been.

Why is that we even care about a category such as husband? Wife?
What is all of the whirlwind of life?
Where do we go and what do we see,
If all we have ever been and have never - is free.
The freedom doesn't exist,
You're here, I'm here,
We are on the list
Of life.
But all turn to dust,
Our souls reborn into new
But old rust.
We are humans guided by pain, by violence, by lust.

That's the conclusion.

I'm hanging like a
Being.
Experiencing, feeling,
Seeing.
I'm hanging like a
Being.
On a thread that's thin and
Freeing.
Freedom, the beauty, illusion,
The lies and the truth,
Life is a fusion.
We're fucked up humans,
The end.
That's the conclusion.

Our lord, mighty savior.

A king that changes stance each time,
Doesn't need a queen.
He just wants something to cease the boredom,
Not to see as an equal,
But to own.
Just like other things.
A fun possession.
A compromise isn't the word.
For the king that holds a candy cane

As a sword.
So sweet and so fragile, Just like the confession. Unbreakable you say, Until you change your progression. Switch to another stance again, But you remain true to your choice, No other opinions matter, If the king has given his voice.

I'm cursed.

How did I get here,
To this part where I'm drunk,
Listening to music,
While waiting to your voice's sound.
All I think about is you.
It's like a fucking curse I'm going through
And I have no clue of what I should do.
Why am I so lost at once.
Why I think of you.
What's the matter with my head,
When all I dream is you.
And heart burns,
Heart, I place in water. Blue.
I sink in,
And so do you.
Thunder I've always loved.
Do I fucking love?
I love you.

Will this hit you?
Yes, it will.
It won't make matters better,
No feelings have been neither, will they be left still.
No waves have silence.
No love has calm.
I wish for fire,
I wish to touch and kiss your palm.
Fuck me, I confess
With the faithful psalm.

[Please:come with:stay]

I wash my thoughts,
I wash my tears,
I wash away 
And wash my fears.
I bring it down,
Just as myself,
I wash to dawn,
It disappears.


For you I wash,
I wash my gears.
Clean system.
No smiles. No tears.
As my empathy and love,
Just into dawn it disappears.
I'll be the best,
I'll wash it all away,
And you will, you will
[Please:come with:stay].

Reflection.

I open your book,
It has so many pages,
It turns and flips in its shape,
It constantly changes.
Just like the mirror of water,
Reflection of future and past,
Your time has so many ripples,
Like if none was the last.
Sometimes it's painful to read,
Sometimes it's soothing my mind,
But whenever I open, it shows me the ways
Myself I couldn't find.
I dive to reflect,
To discover my soul,
As I return to myself
And my thoughts stop to howl.
The depths of the darkness,
The stars of the sky,
I learn to detach from usual frames,
I'm learning to fly.

The fuel.

Love is selfish,
Love is cruel,
Burns like a fire,
Starts like a duel.
Might break your knees,
Might make you sweat,
The love are knives,
The love is a threat.
The pain is true,
You mend your parts together
With hope and glue.
Love is selfish,
Love is cruel,
The clash of force,
The red and the blue.
And explodes like a fuel.