Do not turn away from me
Do not forget me to nothing
Do not leave me behind
Do not annul my existence
For I am in to moments of You

No one knows why.

Why beauty always disappears in the end.

Why the tree sheds it's beautiful colors every fall.

Why every night, the sun shares it's  beautiful spotlight of the sky with the moon.

Why the flowers shrivel and die after a short period of time.

Why the music always has to come to a stop.

Why the shooting stars flash by and leave.

Why every story comes to an end.

Why the fluttering butterflies always fly away.

Why the rainbow always ends up vanishing from the sky.

The reason? No one knows.

No one knows.

Loving me with my shoes off
means loving my long brown legs,
sweet dears, as good as spoons;
and my feet, those two children
let out to play naked. Intricate nubs,
my toes. No longer bound.
And what's more, see toenails and
all ten stages, root by root.
All spirited and wild, this little
piggy went to market and this little piggy
stayed. Long brown legs and long brown toes.
Further up, my darling, the woman
is calling her secrets, little houses,
little tongues that tell you.

There is no one else but us
in this house on the land spit.
The sea wears a bell in its navel.
And I'm your barefoot ***** for a
whole week. Do you care for salami?
No. You'd rather not have a scotch?
No. You don't really drink. You do
drink me. The gulls **** fish,
crying out like three-year-olds.
The surf's a narcotic, calling out,
I am, I am, I am
all night long. Barefoot,
I drum up and down your back.
In the morning I run from door to door
of the cabin playing chase me.
Now you grab me by the ankles.
Now you work your way up the legs
and come to pierce me at my hunger mark

some dogs who sleep ay night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coimng down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.

It's enchantingly stunning how nature's gleam took me away,
Put me in a rocket and send  me to wander in the Milky-way!
It's so fascinating , my tongue get twisted,no word left to say  
Meditation in the stars, planets and comets as they display,
A special kind of music that has so much beauty to convey
This journey enlightened my soul ,appealed it to stay
Fancy is this galaxy,where I will sail every single day ...

The cruelty and
the lack of compassion
is what captures
my attention.

Ever see a group
of men
laugh a child's
laughter at the
death of another.

The cold capped face
of the reaper in the tower
whose aim is true.
Whose eyes
are always watching.
Always waiting
for a reason to
test his skills.

Pools of blood,
broken bodies that
lay like discarded
rags are ignored
and at times stepped
over like droppings
left by dogs.

Most flit through
life without ever
witnessing
the rage,the brutal
viscous form
of man that has helped
him become the top
predator he is today.

Once you have
lived with
the ******,
fought with the
sinners and been
apart of the hunt
without losing
your sanity
or  your soul.

Everything else is
digested
with less effort.
Accepted alot easier
and ignored with an
unsettling
kind of ease.