Bodies unafraid of the cold
Flesh willingly unveiled
Flesh
Look at them
Look at them
They wait at the bus stop
They casually walk down the street
Look at them
Bodies
Flesh willingly out
A veil away
Carrying groceries walking home
Mundane aspects
Bodies inviting
A flowery existence
Hair running back
Dressed of spring autumnns end
The wind is no enemy
Look at them
And all my brain shouts
Is Why God?Why?

London Underground

The heat of the engines
The smell of burned rubber
The fumes
The doorbell
The odd voice that seems oddly (strangely) familiar
The ground shaking noise
The rush
The sweat
The distance
The newspapers
The indifferent talks
The silent flirting on the way home
The eavesdropping, observing
The iPhones & Blackberries
The iPods – ears airtight
Silent stares
Blank gazes

Love Aeterna

Love born under the black sun
Out of bad blood
The destiny of eternal lovers
to die by the sword

Nameless, faceless you hero
To you we pray
To bring upon
The One
The untainted
Love
Withstanding the agony of time
bearing the burden of steel

Fighting through you
we herald the one
By you
our hope survives

Oh! Eternal Hero
Sing to us
The birth of death
Sing to us
The death of birth

Love out of agony
Primordial emotion
Sign of the darkness
Speak through the tears of desperate souls
For your brothers
Turn the myth into legend
Legend recall
Repent to the dungeons of hell


While you pierce my chest
I choke you to death

I thrust my self on your spear
For that is the death I desire

Your spear penetrates my flesh
I eat you
I eat raw your flesh
Your flesh raw I eat

No trace of humanity left
I have eaten your heart
You have crushed mine

(Only) Death shall tears us apart

Weakling human
Human weakness

Dance this dance
Around and Around
Until your steps symbolise
The magic, the eternal circle...

Love

In forms
Black and blue and red and violet
What does it matter?
Nobody is white...

Something once lost
Now has been found
Between us
That which connects

Maybe when I die
I’ll come in terms
with my body

Until then,
I am contend
To be observing
That which happens
That which doesn’t
Somewhere, inbetween the truth...

A table
Blood
A body lays there
A flagpole

You look up
What have we done here
you wonder

Shades of blue
Shades of red
Shades of violet
Skies

I am still battling
the big questions of life
loneliness, love, learn, grow

Hoes does a cheese mature?
How indeed ?

If I was a pilot
If I was a gardener

Where does it lead?

Freedom?
Autonomy?
Motivation?

Sex in the eyes
Sex in the lines
Sex between the lines
On top
On four
Underneath
Oral
Spank/spunk

When a woman kneels and gives you a blowjob is she in submissive or dominant position?

The hands of a woman caressing a man’s body

A strong embrace

Hand on hand

You and me

You wear white
I wear black

You sit on the cliff’s edge
I sit and wander

Below us the green sunlit valley
Above us the clouds
running by
always changing

A note is pulled out
You feel serenity
I feel melancholy

My heart jumped
You and me different
sides of the same coin

Amedeo Modiglianni

I denounce
dreaming
where the sight
erects the body
votive stele

Your morning
beside me
for without
your breath
I am poor...

Procrastination

The light descends
In this sunset
While the TV is still on
The Laptop
Streaming live

There in the dusty corner
Your work remains
An open book
An unfinished poem
Two brush-strokes on a canvas

You keep looking
While you ponder
Baffled the how and the why
The pages turn yellow
The minutes amass

Five minutes before you die
Cold water splashed
Your feet's veins freeze
Inside out
Your ink has run out...

Bottled...

How can death be so sweet
Sweeter than life
I want to see you bleed
I want to see you whither
Your guts on floor
Blood all around
I wonder
How does it feel to step onto blood?
Barefooted

At the house of Coco Tang

Your neck…
Your shoulders…
Under the light…
I want to kiss it!
I’m dying for a kiss from your rose painted lips and your flower painted dress!
That remains the sun of life…
That exists
The touch of Gods!
For one moment
Tonight I shall remain your most precious follower!

In Here

We could

exist forever

Stasis
Nitrogen music
Silence
Oh! Silence…

“Come out”
“No! I don’t want to”
Not yet
Out there
So much noise
So much speed

How beautiful is being quiet...

In this fleeting journey

Come with me in vain
Although the reflection
Of the moon
Upon a midday’s sun
Upon the green meadows
And the wild pine forests
Upon the brown roofs
And through the milky clouds
Upon the elk’s horn
If only for a moment
Come with me...

Forlorn Verloren

Lost…
Lost…
Lost…
Lost…

Tic tac toe…
Spinning around
Turning round

You suspend
Your fingers write
In the air

Your presence
Reduced
Keystrokes

Triple triplets
Dance around
Triple triplets

Swarmed
Swirled
Senstastic !

Ready to play the game?
Ready to loose it all?
Sure you want to play?

……………..

I Drag my carcass

Night
Beautiful night
Born of black silver and red blood ivory
Black holes
Wormholes
A force of nothing
Sucking me inside

And my friends
Dumbfounded
Listen
My death rattle
Crown

You,
Always you
And me,
Always me
Standing on the side
Silent watcher
Silent observer

Shit running through my stomach
Shit running through my veins

I don’t die
I won’t die
But you,
You shall always be alive!

And me,
Always me
Standing on the side
Silent watcher
Silent observer

For now,
Yesterday
Tomorrow
This is the chosen path
This is the …

Oh! Forgive me
Existence not
Forsaken
Disbanded
Aloof
Alone
A fake cry
A dumb cry
Something to pass the hour

The end…

Love born

The cigarette lit
Her laughter…
A hug at the bar
A kiss for good night

While the wind howled
And some cars drove by in a distance
Night with empty streets
And pubs filled

Two minutes ahead
The cigarette extinguished
Door opens
Her shadow caresses you
Your breath catches her aroma…

Moment of chance
Or the universe’s deliberation
Your walk
Shall be accompanied...

Complaints of a Fruit

I wonder why on Earth he bit me.
He probably couldn’t keep it in his pants!
And then, after so many years, this guy is waiting for me to fall.
What am I?
Everybody’s answer?
I shall not fall!
I await the caressing hand that will gently pull me,
away from my mother’s womb.
Carefully undress me,
spoon my insides out,
beat me to a pulp.
What a taste!
Some tongue feeling the pleasure…
Now I can scream:
I AM JUST AN APPLE!

Page of my Dreambook

It is black
And the ink is white
The letters are small
And the text condensed
Meaning?
There is no meaning
Just dribbles
Of an old young fool

Drunk and disorderly
The page looks
It reeks of alcohol and smoke
But through the smoky veil
The dampened atmosphere
Deep in the soul’s cabaret
There my Dreams peacefully reside.

The Renaissance Discovery of Time

The painting is Ideal
Ideal is time
Time is existence
Like Botticelli’s Spring
My time and Yours
Flowing, continuous, perplexed
But also simple and beautiful

Are we an Ideal?
Living in time
Discovering our Ideal
Painting our Spring

If we were
Which Museum would house us?

Train

The train takes off.
Yes…It flies, no rails does it follow.
What would happen if trains flew?
The birds, the landscapes, pass by too fast to discern anything.
All is too green
Houses, animals
Seem to be one
One big cow for the whole journey
Only near the stations, cities closing
The rhythms of everyday life
Resumed once more
Cars, traffic lights, families with groceries, people crossing the street, coming and going…
The beggar lying at the far corner
Cold again tonight
I will have reached home by this journey’s end.