you know me
I am your howling
the storm that
haunted every village of your soul
killed your roses
massacred your children
and demolished your church
every gentle breeze
on the back
...take soul for example
the biggest search engine
you’ll ever come across
a play dough
in experienced hands
a balloon
ready to chase the wind of fate
most of the time
laying deep
when you don’t like yourself anymore/ put the mirror down/ let the sea walk all over you/ in salty footprints/ turn off the lights/ turn on the stars/ watch the sky while you listen to a wind’s tune/
I am not afraid of
doing this karaoke
with life
watch my lips
I know every word
and its meaning
I know every note
(even the high-pitched ones)
I don’t mind people giving me looks
I can
God and Devil - immortal twins separated at birth
me - stuck with my mortal disoriented life
in the middle of their sibling rivalry
when I’m lost in their games
(‘the Right vs Wrong’ always
I conquered you within your chosen parameters
as requested
I guess tonight I left spontaneity
in my other purse
don\'t worry
our love will last forever
and a day
like asbestos
I can’t afford myself anymore
I am wasting tones of words
and emotions
on void
my life credit is in red
the colour of passion I
once embraced
I owe everything to everybody
slices of me
the park was alone
the slides, the swings
never whispered
your deep dark secret
“Hush little baby don’t you cry”
tattoos of ‘unconditional’ love
your silent bruises
told everyone a story
but
Just when I thought that following Madonna and Guy Ritchie\'s quick divorce as well as the Child Protection crisis in Haringey nothing else could lift an eyebrow in London news, there it was: \'Book
I asked him to draw the sky for me
And there it was
A dash of blue
With white splodges of white
I asked him to draw his house for me
And a big green square appeared
With a pink triangle on
I am a zombie
must’ve been taken down by another
(my Mum, my Dad, I can’t remember)
we\'re all going forward
slowly
dragging our limbs
empty eyed
searching for warm flesh
a cure
or
Romeo is dead
Juliet gets over it
escapes Paris
goes to Switzerland
opens a bank account
gets a sex change
her name is now Clive
he lives in Brighton
cuts hair and rides his bike on the
in traffic
I’m just another car
another pair of sun glasses/ reflecting scattered clouds
or other implacable faces staring
from a safe distance
behind them
eyes/ cleverly made up/ betraying a
Greenwich Park is round the corner from where I live (that means, in London terms, a good 10 minutes drive). I go there on Sundays and mingle.
In this city-oasis you can watch anonymously and for
..and lately
our eyes have no idea how to say ‘Good bye’
their gaze gets tangled up
in a terrible knot
our shadows are holding hands
when we’re not looking
your scent follows mine
like a
our life has become
an American film
we are the super heroes of our yet unwritten story
we do our own stunts
and show off our branded smiles
we are surrounded by interesting people
they laugh
the nights are restless
the sound of traffic
is suffocating
my lungs drowning in acid rain
i reach for the skies
their crystal blue is fading
so i manage to catch a tired rainbow and
wrap
i keep stalling lately
soul freezes
heart goes into overdrive
mind gets confused
it can’t be serious
i have a purpose in life
so why is it when
people are calling
all i get inside is
don\'t hesitate to blame
i\'ll take your anger in my arms
and master a poem
feel free to hate
i\'ll love for you instead
with yet unborn passion
betray me
and i\'ll surrender to pain
to keep
eyes
lids on them
the smell of jasmine
floating liquid
time travels fast
long tunnel
i\'m there
lost in the moment
serene and calm
no fear
no danger
just silence
and plenty of light
my
your laughter
is a helium balloon flying high
inside me
bubbles and jelly
your smell
intoxicated with joy
i\'m climbing
an \"itsi bitsi\"
ladder
eyes stuck on you
your cheeky plea
velvet
i chose a new wall paper for my inner-me
it was a leftover
from somebody\'s DIY project
it\'s trendy and goes well with the joy
of other people\'s lives
it also covers holes, despairs
and
there\'s abyss ahead of me
it\'s pitch dark
no wings
no hope
just plenty of nothing
is it me or it\'s getting cold, too?
found some crumbs
in my pocket
some silly illusions
messing