So many feet
above white
flair of the peaks

So many feet
close to witness the clouds
from side and above

And how come? Tired eyes?
Where my dear?
Where are those all-holding strings?

Smile, they are, though
to be seen thru hearts
in mirrors, from below

Cause strings is holding
holding is strings
holding just enough

Got so much strength
now only to
make for us

Make sweet and bit salty
meat pancakes
Only if I could

Yes I’m a man, I checked it
the evidence is there

Still it does not really matter
what’s in your underwear

Quit playing the captivating pretty
you are way more than that

Underneath the nifty mask, the bait,
the shield it chokes to death

It’s a foolish trap of mating game
that´s gone terribly wrong

Know you are worth the gems inside of you
for those I crave and long

For what’s in your mind and bit behind
What’s there for us to share

There I find me, find you, the fields
I’ve seen once growing love with yields

Don’t get me wrong for having all this said
stll it’s rainbows unicorns

once bodies sing along,
surrendered free they become shared

6am
an exquisite time for a funeral
loud tolls of the sun
fresh morning breeze
here to dry moist faces

6:01am
a great time to realize
you are a part of the scene
standing on the sloppy green
looking around all bewildering

6:02am
the time 2 min after seven, you get it
it’s you - the one to bear the sorrows
to mourn for the loss
to carry the weight in guts

6 something
now the time does not matter
it’s you - burying your friend
the misbehaving devils angel
since ever a part of your hell

6 sins
only he could play all in one shot
magic up 6 deadly joys
the sinner and saviour
your very rare self

6 days
or even less
you contemplated and found
you shared the wisdom writing
on matters of truth and true love

6 guys
of yours in the meanwhile,
bricking him up, behind the scene
shutting the shy but calling friend out
lying you’d better live without

and now

Your guys were actually You
the blind and dead stupid You
who murdered your buddy in his best age
and 6, .... now makes no sense

All you could do is
speak to the mirror
asking for nothing
or everything

Hoping to reflect back maybe
it was just a call of mercy,
unordinary protection drill
that no one’s dead, not yet

Please please, but maybe...
you just missed the moment
to lay humbly the bouquet down
to say to rest in peace

Inhaled your bleeding coming out
the brave in black and white
that roughly occupied my brain

I wish you had never been
so quiet
but you were

Now glad to see you've walked
the path so long so far
today standing on your own

Still miles ahead to go
but you, girl, you will once
heal that **** and understand

oh these
unnecessary things
that has no meaning
or all the meaning
you make me do