and thus, the bleeding ceases.
i've since dislodged the knives
entangled in my chest,
embedded in my spine.
i've rid myself of poison
that once fogged up my mind.
the parts of me that held me back
are all that's left behind.
the blades are sharp and like my head
are due for some refining
but even blades,
sharp as they be,
all have a silver lining.
the wounds inflicted by such knives
have struck me at my core.
bring on the rain, this little flower
thirsts to grow some more.

I love every single thing about you

The way you smile,
The way your hair drips down onto your shoulders,
The way you are fearless,
The way you love

I wish you saw yourself as I see you

candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowers

fall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefooted

she's one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon

Look at me pretending I don’t like you

It glided into the bay

The locals gawped

They said they had never seen one so large.

‘It must have cost a million dollars’

It was like a naval boat.

Not gray but white as a gull floating with a huge white egg on high.

Why was it here in such a simple place?

We will soon find out. A dingy is purring our way.

I go down to welcome them. A tall well fed guy from South Africa he says. And a little lady from Thailand

He has an urgent need. He has run out of cigarettes!

I cannot help and I watch him approach locals along the beach for what he and they do not have.

The power within,
Embroiling my sins,
Holding back what can't be released,

A scream with no sound,
Digging for what can't be found,
All I need is a realm of my inner peace

To take over my world,
A power that can tame when unfurled,
On you that I need to unleash

JJB

my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.

You mind your steps
   after you've stumbled.
You miss your home
   after you’ve left it.
You value your health
   after you’ve been sick.

But you can’t enjoy life
   after you died.