Paradigm

In the land of existence
where death walks in and out
so openly,
my body lies still shivering from death
aching for life
where the love whisperers tread
upon my spoken verbs and pronouns
They ask for my compassion
and they ask for my patience
“Be that until…”
until the day I am dead
when there is nothing left
except the feel of Erebus
where my body lies in silence
“Continue as a white lie
and we shall be true to ourselves”
they say,
for I have seen much
for I have lived much
I have seen the eroding tides in their hearts
and I have seen the black of their pure souls
they pity me for my gullible sighs
I am but a saint by profession
and an idiot by existence
I have not written about them
and I don’t write about you
I write about what I fail to see,
a paradigm that contains
my existence within.

18.03.06

Labyrinth of My Thoughts

Sometimes I am afraid
Of all the equations
Running through what my eyes claim to see
I have the key to the door
I have been trying to open
Yet I cannot get in
It is more like being locked
Inside of what is outside of my shelter
I feel unsafe
I feel naked
Sometimes I can break in
And walk after the locked door
But I am afraid of being lost
In winding allies and dungy rooms
And I am afraid of running short of breath
It is like my own fears suffocating me
To my own death that should be postponed
For I have yet much to live for and conquer
But somehow I keep running
Into closed doors, locked doors
I keep wanting to see
what is behind the walls
Sometimes I want to see what is outside
Yet I am on the outside
In the open where I feel vulnerable
But my strength keeps me persistent
And like a thief I struggle to break
Into my own mind
And conquer the labyrinth of my thoughts

03-11-06

I belong

My vision transparent in thee
I, wrapped in emerald of thy eyes
as they watch the soft curves of my lips
stretching, enveloping the soothing warmth of thee
in light of candles and perfume of thy body
agianst golden curves of mine
absorbing each other's heat
echoing whispers of our one soul
together framed in perfection
Oh my love, devour me in rythms of thy sighs
succumb me to symphonies of thy need
Oh my love, let me be the river of our love
let me drown you within
yet it is I, flowing into the occeans of thy heart
and lost in thee I belong.

22.01.06