I carry on the light

Just like a noon in a bright day

i'll smile with two twinkle stars

and no matter what you say

you can't cause me any scars

you let me go like i was dust

right before you scorned my trust

did you need to break me down

because someone stole your dawn?

it remains me of the Sin

imperfection, were you mean ? 

but i am Phoenix, made of fire
i wont die cause of desire !

twisted lies - to me that stinks

and your lowered soul felt blue 

diamonds, glitters in your wings

i would sew if you'd be true

my eyes carry on the light

and it's for these that still fear

the sun arises, a day is bright

my sight, rooted in pain, is clear .

Shamestick

Shame stick has broken

In your hands father

No longer child i am

You must try harder

Give me my wings father

Unlock the loft
So i can always
Wear others soft

My head lays in your palms
Give me my star
So i can love you now
For who you are

Humble i am father
don't make a sound
Straight will i stand
hold on my ground.

Bitten

silver eyes carrying on the light

and there's no reason why

this glamour fitted to the night

glowing on the dark blue sky

sounds only groan with this presence

and air is flowing trough the space

smell is sense,  the only essence 

and trees in fingers, sugar glace. 

and then an earthquake came ..

somebody had to interrupt the time,

glasses with ice and dried up lime

too many candles, gentle grin 

blanket of night covered the sin

nobody remembers...

 

Beautiful skies

I wonder if Elizabeth print this memoir into the moon
about the ocean and the sand
About the bright light
She couldn't stand
while she was paralysed in her bed.
Anyway, she sky were bright on that day i bet
Like lovely eyes of lion cat,
so friendly
And she barely listened the sound in the shell he brought her as a gift
together with his heart he found
when he was searching the world.

She sweetest one

A wight was looking out of the mirror with a black tongue out,

sharping the knifes, spitting on the magnifying glass

when her veins green became lops, braided by the water blue

homeless birds were sitting on her palms

and everything around was made out butterflies

her breath is warmness of her essence

she is divine of presence

stars in her eyes are made of eternal light

and when she cover you by her sight

you redden.

Half way trough to leave her white body

on the altar for the innocent .

Never destroy beauty, it grows on the grass fields

together with lavender, caressed by mild air.

Night on the moon

Flesh of a light depolarized the body
I beg for the power of infants
blue like a sky of the ideal daydream
vibrant color of my sight
and then
when it comes to night
i levitate
connected to genuine lust
careless about the morning
and wounds of trust
this night i will spend on the moon
reading about the world we live in
and life we faded within
never grow up older

Now and then

We can mute the bells
hide under the bed
but we are obsessed by the view from the window
light shine is just the memory of what we've seen
when we played with elves and were young
in woodland green
creating new worlds of moss
moisturised
our liquid suns
cannot backwards flow
now we ask more questions
we are drowning in their deep deep colours
songs of houseless birds are drowned out
by vibe of the wonders we have seen
everyday
thousands of voices from the sky
in their elegy
uplift our hearts.

This Bar

pick up the grief and lay down there
another hero that just beats the bar
drinking own lies, holding the jar
of whiskey mixed with liquid moon

another one is going to leave us soon

pick up the grief, tell us the story
just so we know why all this glory
smells of the urine in these stalls
your eyes are just curling these walls

another one haunted by his own ghost
another one that seems to get lost
in his own conception
belief
perception

what if the night sky will fall down on you
what if you will fall with the night sky
and you'll believe that you can fly
when you will fall, who will save you ?

Lilly of the valley

Grew out of dreams
statue of woman ..white..?
just piece of blanket
wearing this wight
lay her on the broken table
restore and change
innocent truths
lay them down
and disarrange

flashes of crowds
passing by, eyes half shut
her soul exposed
then drastic cut
in this film
about innocence

...

For the moments

The stream was flowing down the hill
just some kids playing in it
every minute
was a thrill
exposed body
in perfect space
agitating
towards memories in early spring
one learned how not to live
with eyes heading off to the future
in the vibe of time
seduced to mild clime
in the moment

I kissed him like an octopus

Everything is always printed
in one kiss :
hello, hold on and goodbye
your lips 
sweetest hydromel i have drunk - ever.
...that was okay...
whatever..!

Your lips softest plush
that's why i had this crush
on you. All summer long.
Shame we do not go along..

If one would let you - "see you next time" 
you would say forever 
see you soon 
or never ever..

finally you should learn
to love
someone else more than yourself.

Little elves of justice

turn off the words
there is a wound to seal
turn on the silence
enough to feel

Well, we don't know
It's hard to guess
what others think
And when we press
the sound of what we hear

we might remain deaf