Extremism exists in the wrong place,
And fear rules over the courage of many,
Isn't the result pretty obvious,
Serenity turns into havoc.

made me sour,
not flower. Once, a rose
garden, but like the ground
in winter I hardened.

Your love
made me curdle,
not fertile. Cut
to a stump,
a place a man
plumps down
his ****, a farce!

Your love
made me whittle. I turned
brittle and cracked. Now I'm
half of a woman. Not silky,
but woolen.

Your love
turned me spastic. Stretched me out
as an elastic I lost all my shape. I stand flat
as a crepe.

stoke the flame
buried within you
fan it
with hope
and if it has gone out?
spark it again

Do you see me? I ask myself

I'm like a fading cloud for you.
I'm fading over the sky, but i'm not looking like the way you wish i would.
I'm just a cloud.
A white little stormy cloud.
A cloud who wants to be seen.
From your eyes.
From your mind.
From you.
Just you.

Our life is a story
   without a title.
   We lost it
   In tittle tattle.
   Hatred,
   wars and battle.
Our life is an arena
Opponents like
A deer and hyena
Pain, tears and sorrow
No hope for today
Or tomorrow.
What's life in a world
Full of people
With an empty word.