Of lonely magic

  Have you ever touched anythimg like this? I made it for you , it's all for you to store your thoughts and run away just like I do... I'm lonely right here, right now as you write my mind over and over… swirl your fingers through me like the wind in the night and make me open up another chapter in your book… surely I would have done that had I not had to run through colours of the time, symbolic circles of an endlessness where unicorns building stars fly randomely above my head.. Leaving away musical notes just like an arty trail masking my misty way in the eyes of a child whose being hasn't become complex yet… such lonely dreams carved still upon the oldest stone, a smile fading to laughter trapped somewhere in a sweet second… it tastes of almond, a chocolate almond deep as your ink shining on the pavement where I damage myself with irony by candlelight… Pass over my sugar, love so that the sky can taste it with us!  Emperrors of running, hold on to what I created for you!  I have never ever been more secure as I am now and lifting up in a flow of energy I rise a fingernail to rejoin my rainbow and now that I have to leave you once again and for all I'm only sorry for my happy lonelyness with or without you all the same…

Of feelings and strangers

Strange stranger I should not be talking to you now as you touch my hand and as we're falling into a milky silence dripp all the white fragrance of wisdom over my tired bones till tomorrow shall wash my dream away... Already between an integral splitting of realities crossing the bridge with you but so alone that I cannot see the light on your heart... I throw you down and the water protectively covers your face giving you a beautiful cradle forever within its deep deep realm... I will not run and will not cry the sun shall clear away the original being that created this design of life by the rhythm of a lost heart... The broken now turned into a memory because I drowned you strange stranger and I drowned my tears into a substance more bitter and cruel than that... Am I the sinner for having let you take over? No sure not... Am I horison for your new afterlife? Am I the one who gave you wings to find the answers to all your questions? Did I not hold you darling before I sent you away? Oh yes I am and I did all that I thought and said and wrote for you I even threw my heart away with you so that the waves shall not feel lonely while carrying what was left of your coldness... I did it all for you and I'll do wrong if I run away... So, mister judge, please lock me up under your darkened gates of gold and silver and keep me in the corner of forgotten minds where no letter can reach me since no one would spill ink upon my body as the drippy white milk that sent me to sleep and dream of you, spilled all over the place.. It's all gone and so are you , no use crying over the spilled and the lost... After all , mister judge, the one beloved was the least known and I learned that I shouldn't have talked to strangers... Maybe next time I'll remember not to answer a stranger they only want to drown themselves within me and do me harm by wasting one more life away....

I'll write my heart for you...

  I'll write my heart for you... but if you were in it you'd be my song when notes strike me like knifes on the edge... my back, it hurts too hard I cannot wash away the tears of gold, how dry they are, you're so unlikely to reappear again... There is a crack in the mirror just where my fury lingered for a while and there's a dream on the table waiting for my ink to colour it in your blood, beloved sacrifice of strength fallen upon my book oh keep the letters here they run and fall away turning me from myself to wilder as the sun dropping ray messages spitting light on the clock intimidating me with the ever sweetest smile, drifts away and hides like a coward behind the hugest sea... Come back and stop this stupid game!! It isn't fair to come and go away like this!! And the clock smashes itself under a blink of eyelids. Curly hair allover a serpent's madness of revolution and all this while my only move is projecting thoughts to the cinema wall in front. I'm too tired to get up but as thinking is my main act of doing something I chose to devour a non-productive lethargic state.. Oh, and what a delicious thing it is! Delighted by the taste I write my heart for you! Write it spill it with words, poison it with chocolate love and throw it in your face to catch it back and lock it safe so that we can run away on a cloud with an angel-harp in hand. This floating shelter is to huge for the two. I won't survive if love kills me so fall and write your soul for me from underneeth the ground comming upwords... I'm still material and you are away I'm holding on to a memory because tomorrow might be a nightmare.. You should have been more careful. It's all your mistake, my darling! How could you let me write my heart for your loss? Had you not done that you might have still been alive....