I loved the love and i still love of it,
because it's a light break in endless darkness,
the lake that awaits you on the desert,
the rose that cannot wither,
the warm nest of birds.
Love, between hello and goodbye
we never are alone.
We know so little,
so little, almost nothing
and this is only truth,
when and from where?
from the fissure of infinity
and the unreel of time,
lonely splinters
we wander on dreamy travels,
and the truth a flowing shadow
and it call us,
......
i know that i shall meet my shadow,
one day, is our fate. I know that, someday,
the light ends for us and the deadly gravity
will absorb us. And again, a magician spark
will shine and a ocean of souls
will flood the universe and will
give birth to stars and grief.
And maybe, just maybe, in another heaven,
my dreams will be your dreams.
You see, everything repeats itself
......
How do I know where creation comes from?
I look inside myself and see it,
there is something coming into existence
before Heaven and Earth,
It is beyond existing and not existing.
All of creation is born from nothingness
Nothingness expecting nothing in return
All are gifts.
Bitter winter return of the bleeding dream supplies mountains licking knives as an abyss eats, talks, mashes, and burns crashing symbols.
Time sounds like a searing sky…
Her love’s tender disgrace multiplies lies by flies fucking in a window sill sculpted within nightmares reaping and repeating as Yaldaboath rapes Sofia a sunburst sky seizure drizzling fall
Slowly a butterfly flits in noon’s hyacinth cry…
Numb burrs in her saddle riding hard tonight rocking rolling in her shack til dawn screams light
......
I watch for you in
States of sleep
Fits of heat
Buzz of cheeks
You are always there
You are never there
Moments lost
Pictures gone
Unsung songs
We’re encased in space
......
Bitter winter return of the bleeding dream supplies mountains licking knives as an abyss eats, talks, mashes, and burns crashing symbols.
Time sounds like a searing sky…
Her love’s tender disgrace multiplies lies by flies fucking in a window sill sculpted within nightmares reaping and repeating as Yaldaboath rapes Sofia a sunburst sky seizure drizzling fall
Slowly a butterfly flits in noon’s hyacinth cry…
Numb burrs in her saddle riding hard tonight rocking rolling in her shack til dawn screams light
......
She is succor sweet
Resolved
Dissolved
In the water of my life
She is pure water
Chosen
Frozen
As Love in my heart
......
How do I know where creation comes from?
I look inside myself and see it,
there is something coming into existence
before Heaven and Earth,
It is beyond existing and not existing.
All of creation is born from nothingness
Nothingness expecting nothing in return
All are gifts.
We know so little,
so little, almost nothing
and this is only truth,
when and from where?
from the fissure of infinity
and the unreel of time,
lonely splinters
we wander on dreamy travels,
and the truth a flowing shadow
and it call us,
......