The baring of crosses
Ancient pains
As old as Adam
For all, in all walks
Fate can grant
No living heart mercy

Tired
Chasing sun and stars
In silence,
Speeding along
I have only thoughts
Only words

Across skies
And rivers of lava city lights
Over myterious lands
No lines of division up here
One world

Countries
Borders
Only Thoughts
these are only Words
for things organic
Mountains cut landscapes
Rivers cut land

Gift and poision
this endless fountain of love
Raining down its sweet kisses
making cloth heavy
clinging to each creavess
leaving nothing invisible

A journey ended
where permission to love
Will not be granted
This is accepted warmly
the chosen destiny
and so I lust
with amorous glances

Weaving tales
of sweet torment
denial
and pleasure
A dare
lost to the drunkeness of wine

Landing in the nest
ruffled feathers
carefully smoothed.

The love
distant, unavailable
I fall second to muses
Art his wife, his mistress
his one true love.

A new bud,
of comfort
and beautiful artifacts
with weeping petals
I do not promise love
only kindness
pleasure
and play
Wipe away tears
Laugh!

Singular love,
territory of poets
sings from a distance
Reveled in
uncomplicated, pure
This frees me
from my destiny

Today a sad song is sung
shaking the ground
Trembles from the threshold
stone of Eden

Familiar love,
born long ago,
worried,
blowing kisses
across vast distance

Escape into the arms of another
cheerful impatience
before I spread wings
and fly again
I do not love him
Maybe I could, one day
None of this matters
We seek only little deaths

To another love
the love of a friend
who listens
silent
pouring wine
wiping away tears

Love
Frienship
Pleasure
Play
Only Thoughts,
These are only Words
For things organic,
Each swoon of emotion
As unique as each blade of grass

One World
divided by names
because each needs a tag to wear
Afraid to be lost
or forgotten
or see a stranger in the mirror

I am without names
Shed them long ago
changing them like lipstic
to be licked off.
Yet, I exist

Girly laughs,
to a chorus of
We Told You So!
Shut Down, Be Silent!
No Love For Us!
Ancient Rules Are Infallible!
You Think You Can Carry This Cross?

Burn it all
the borders
the names
Obscure thoughts into abstraction
Vanish horrible words
Let the blossoming world be
organic, as it was created

Let crosses be trees
With roots
And leaves
And life.

I will fall
Some will rush forward
Must learn to wait
fall when eyes are turned away
and lick my own wounds

Perhaps one day
a final fall.

Que Sera, Sera
Let the crow call

This is my destiny,
I will not turn away
A moth to flame
Let me be consumed
No sweeter little death.