The world is collapsing The forests are burning The old paradigm crumbling We stand in the midst of the ashes War, famine, disease The darkest hour is at its peak We gather the ruins Collect the coal and Shed our tears On this coming new moon We will alchemize Turning…
wet your lips she said, wet your lips so I won’t tear you apart I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue the upper lip, the lower lip her right hand reached into my throat pressed her fingers hard into the tense muscles of my past wars I…
Changing skin feathered fettered fur armour I will if you let me Timer
Spreading Fire spread fire through my entire body. Slowly and methodically burning my body, while urging me to feed the flames with my own breath. Leaving me as a pile of ashes from which a new self rose, stomping around in the ashes, eventually forming them into a question mark.…
Waiting for the unknown to unfold. We carry our culture and society within us. What will happen once it disappears into sth new?
And where do you say we start to shake ourselves of our memories and reason? To greet the bewildered road with our soggy and aimless feet. With eyes streaming, now downcast from the round sky, fingering the small hole at the centre of all the thinness. You look something…
Aha yeah. Uh no no no. Hmmm, phew. A lightning bolt hits truth in deep meditation. Suddenly, on the dance floor, I know. A forest creature whispers in tongues. Clarity woven into haunting dreams. Where knowing beyond words dance with the rhythm of breath, I enter the heart’s labyrinth. Paradoxes…
As the blue sun appears under the right and the red sun appears under the left armpit of the sky, I feel that what I will leave written here is unimportant. (I enjoy the ease of this little pain that I have to deny.) I write secretly, so the stars…
what’s in front of you? it covers the bed wrinkles heart, intestines, the things i say to myself when i wake i want smooth blank please . let me be
The self-decline bastion of human rights, rises above, But gravity makes angels fall, They chased Lilith out of pardes Arguments for killing of one another’s kin, She here white money whispering about a could, dead and flemming goal In the end we might be hurte and after hurte there is…