What shall I add?

                My heart is wide and big

In coldest times I saw

I may rely
       On my best friends.

God
Look it s already light out
And i am
Still drunk

Loads of
Almost fun *** stories

No worries though
No worries.

You taught me about
the blind spot I fear you are
mine

You think you throw bombs
and they destroy me
I throw flowers back
you think in your head
everything makes sense
you think I'm too dense
to reflect
I throw flowers back
You think you invaded my home town
you did not
you think your force overthrows me
I throw flowers back.

Lighting

                   strikes

never

                     twice

Feel my lungs

                         they are so hot

Wrap me up

                        touch
                             that
                                spot.

A trembling breath
in the cold night
and the little cloud that forms
in the cold air-

And then
for a long second
nothing-

Before-
in a BLAST and WHIRL of sound crashing
of bright light
flooding in-
it dawns on you-

The only thing
the
ONLY
thing
you ever have to do
is

be
Yourself.

We are even;

A scar for a scar
A heart for a heart
I put yours in a jar
You won t part, love!

A smile for raised eyebrows
A dream for a chat
My blood flows, kid
We ll both feel bad
In the end.

The end for our start
Hold! All systems go
We are not so smart, love
Our hearts won t know
Where to start or to end,

Give me your hand, sweet
Let us go.

Can I be both
the center and
the ray

the middle
and the outskirts

and is this longing why
it hurts so much

and why you asked me
to expand?

Everything
lights up
everything else
at the same
time

We close our hearts
at first
cause it's so bright

The light is frightening
much more
much more than darkness

Nothing is nameless
anymore
and at the same time
carries the same name

My heart is Yours
and with me
I take your pain as if it was
my own

And You know what, my Love?
And gladly so!

Brave love
Does not creep around corners

Brave love looks fear
In its ugly face

Brave lovers
Do not turn around

They walk on
Alongside every
Imagined boundary.

You pick up your pen
nightly
to get off your chest what lies on it
heavy like a stone
and you write
inch by inch
bit by bit
what needs to be written down
of all the horrors your eyes have witnessed
all the beauty that you remember
your hand shakes
pouring ink all over your page
and yet you get all the numbers right
all the names and ancient signs
You pick up your pen again this night
tonight
and you write honouring all ancient women' names
in the soft moonlit room
You put down your pen
out of breath and sweat pearling down your chest
knowing
you wrote
another night
against all odds
for the life of them

it can be
to make others
REALLY talk to you.

My dad told me
someone from Australia
called

hell I hold this grudge for
so long
so long

Now I only love you
and tie your shoes and walk you
home.

I am a file to waste your time
I have no style
I do not rhyme

I am a poem that makes no sense
I do not know the future tense
nor do I care about it

I am a piece of golden ****
that clings to you like sticky paper
to be remembered later when -
in moments of appropriate silence -
you are the one to burst out laughing
and throwing up your hands with violence

When asked to please explain yourself you smile
cover your eyes to disappear
and see that this -

though silly it may be -

has changed your life.

Body
feels like

sunny side up.

Life hurts.

So then -
Let's take it from here.

C-
c-
c-
concentrate!*

                    No matter how ****** many times

      I tell my head

                    to cut it out and stop
                                              
                                             and focus:


                 My thoughts will still disintegrate!

You are not afraid of
a sharp blade
any longer
for you trust the purity
of your intentions
and the heart
that has never failed you

I woke up
raging
inside fire

that desires to come up
and out

Be loud
be  L O U D
and be allowed to do so

Ah this fire

A bird in the night *****
its golden-blue wings
just do disturb your
ongoing thoughts of doom

She frowns and looks
at me and says
hold hands
not fists
don t clench your teeth so.

Don’t wash your hands too early, dear
Look
with all you are
with your whole eye
on the battlefield

The bloodstained ground the *****
fights after fights
that occurred

Don't devalue
discredit
belittle
Yourself by disguising
this
Scene

It lies behind you now
Don’t wash your hands
too early
Wait
til you're ready to turn
Your back on it all

Once you do love
your whole self
unconditionally
because you have set out to discover this
you'll
find
everyone who really
truly loves you
in your own heart
love does not know
seperation

Running wild wild he
now steps freely
own yellow eyes now in use of his own good
wild wild she is now
running freely
between pear trees under
yellow skies
wild wild they run freely
under gaze of Moon and Jupiter and Mars
wild spots in blue oceans
on a canvas of stars

A Tagging on my sleeve
a feeling
like
I cannot put my finger on it
crawls up my legs
into my chest
and rests

A breath-taking pattern on the lime stone ceiling
of flittering light square shapes
rounded
vibrating as the clear pool of water does underneath
you stand in awe -
meanwhile the words are still growing
in your heart and you know
you wait a little longer

A house
not as empty
as you may think it is
I'd fill it
with a sun and moon
and stars if you wish

But first
you
come in here

A sea of white pearls
opens
in my chest
relaxing
and cool
and I can rest now

All sounds
Speak
To your body you
Keep
None

Racing mind self left
behind and
momentarily blinded to your truth
let it be there share
if you like and my stomach
twists and clenches