What's human.

If God would never have been invented, we would not have to try and to care.
But we do try and we do care, and that makes us human.
God or no God...

Worth.

It is easier to find something worth dying for, then it is to find something worth living for.

Storm in a mirror.

Ah, come on, come on, let me tell you all about it.
We've got all the time in the world.
That's good, that's nice...
I've been dreaming up a storm lately
Over and over again
And now I can't stop, can't stop...
Been dreaming about mirrors.
Millions of mirrors.
An endless army af mirrors out of control, reflecting people to death.
To blindness and then death.
Oh and the mirrors kept getting larger.
They kept growing... swelling...
They kept spreading out
And now I can't seem to stop them.
They're still growing and I can't seem to stop them.
I have to keep filling them up,
I have to keep feeding them
And they're still getting larger!
And larger!!!
The mirrors have become vast and beautiful
And very, very hungry.
Hungrier than I've ever been.
Too hungry.
I no longer have any control over what they show me or what they see.
They decide themselves what they would like to reflect.
They won't obey me!!!
They create a reflection and then
I have to go out and find the real thing that matches it.
And almost always when I put the real thing in front of the mirrors
It's not nearly as beautiful as the reflection that came first.
And at that point I have to destroy the real thing
And go out looking again until finally
I find another real thing,
A thing that does match what's inside the mirror
and which is truly worthy of the beautiful reflection that came first.
But I almost never find it.
And the mirrors get even hungrier.
Pretty soon now they're going to devour me.
They're going to swallow me up
Piece by piece,
Bit by bit, shiver by shiver, tremble by tremble,
Sliver and sliver and splinter by splinter...
But you can help me, please.
They want you, please.
They've given me your image.
Before I ever saw you they gave me you image.
Please.
I'd like to make you one of my reflections
And feed you to the mirrors.
Please.
They only need one more to fill them up
And if it were you I feel that they would be satisfied.
As I would.
Please.
You have such a beautiful reflection...
Don't ever waste it.

Habits.

A good side of a bad habit is that you can annoy people for reasons unknown to you, but understood by everybody.

Only.

Only the lies are true.
Only the illusions are real.
Only blasphemy is sacred.

Why.

Clouds above sail by as I find meaning in this life.
Clear white flies in my eyes, underneath a blue sky.
The waves roll in with the tide.
People rush by, looking for meaning in this life.
So used up, and blinded by lies, underneath the blue sky.
The way they seldom to smile, I don’t know why.

I really don't know why...

Truth.

Truth no lies,
tears and smiles are locked in our eyes.
Close your eyes and drift away.
You don't have to stay awake to talk to me,
when you know nothing to say.
Muttered cries,
in haunted eyes.
I close them and drift away.
I'll go to sleep now,
I have nothing to say.

Impossible.

It is... impossible.
The more I slip, the more I say that it is impossible.
Every time I wake it is you that fades away.
It is... as I say.
Do not want to wake up, but that is impossible.
And so you fade.

Motto of the day.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

There will be water if the gods willing.

To live your life in such a way that it will not touch anybody else, is not possible. When you do something, think first through if it is a good or a bad thing that you’re doing, because all that you do will come back around to you. And you wouldn’t want bad things to come and haunt you, now would you?

You are so small in this big word, but you can be big yourself if you (can) count on your friends. (Even if they are just there to clean the proverbial bodies you leave behind)

And in turn make sure your friends can count on you.

Anger can be a destructive emotion, but the same time it can be a driving force, if you can steer it in the right direction- better to ask forgiveness later then regret that what you didn’t do. And just remember that there is a very fine line between love and hate. Both hate and love in excess can damage.

Emotions should be kept in check and under guard, but occasionally you’ll need to let them out for fresh air. Otherwise they will start to climb the walls of their prison and they will find a way to break out. You wouldn’t want them on a rampage.

Trust may be something like a myth, especially in the world we live in at this moment in time, but still it exists. You’ll just have to make a little effort to find it. And when you do, all else will fall into place. Your feelings may be your own, but you can share them freely if you have found trust.

People are different like salt and sugar, but remember; some dishes need both ingredients to get the flavor right. And when you do make soup, be sure to remember what you put in there, cause most likely you’ll be eating it yourself.

And when you’re lost and find yourself in the proverbial desert under a baking sun, then just remember: “There will be water if the gods willing.”

Tender sense. (ghazal)

Tender scents of apple-blossom, arranged in vase on stand
apple-red cheeks and tender bosom, await me in your bed.

The world around the cabin sensing, I feel alive in that
where forest grows, where mountain rumbles and river runs its bed.

The air alive with sweet vibrations, satin sheets arranged
the tense between us makes us sweat, as we each other bed.

Love insane. (tanka)

Close to the moon’s wane
gathering clouds of despair
the night a dark friend.

Hugging a love gone insane
so do I my life repent.

Just love. (cinquain)

Our love
not the base of
some empty promises
or willful lies, no, it is just
our love.

Eye. (haiku)

Eye to eye, I see
in the deep the life above
I see what eye sees.

Feeling the emptiness.

I feel
in dampened air
the emptiness around.

I reach
through flares of mist
of nothing in particular.

Often
in the lonely winds
I stretch out my arms.

Unwanted
this touch of fullness
but touched without knowing.

Freeze
my misty breath
in the chillness of the air.

Quiet
to the world around
and my turned off senses.
Abashed
I step back
from nothing in particular.

Susceptible
to the touch of fullness
in the emptiness around.

Drowning in your eyes.

I’m going under
to the bottom
cannot be without you
not a minute
not waiting, not doubting
my faith
my tears, my own
I’m going down
to the bottom
in the deepness of your eyes
I sink.
Trapped without air
dying for a breath
you hold me
and I feel myself drowning.
No way out
weakening and breaking
you hold me
and I drown.
I’m down and under
reached the bottom
in the deepness of your eyes.

Come what may.

For a moment then
the memory stays
then it flees
with the passing day
and leaves an emptiness
in many ways
but I go on
come what may.

For a little while
was all okay
as tender kisses
on lips did lay
then fiery yes
went cold and nay
but I held on
come what may.

For some of them
for what I prayed
the truth came up
the lie did lay
then rain and drop
shade sun and ray
but I went on
come what may.

For just a moment
a parting way
an emptiness
that fills a day
a memory
gone away
but what may come
I will stay.

Chase. (tanka)

Intertwined the vines in a green and blue-grey canopy
which rustle in the cooling winds and the passing of you
the forest grows with excitement.

At the sight of graceful movement passing by
I grow like the forest and pass the cooling winds to come to you.

Ode to ruby lips.

In the sky an image, faint and fragile
a shimmer made by clouds of silver mist and icy crystals
naughty thoughts their creation
those flares of recognition
of your ruby lips.
You it was who’s face hang there
in golden rays sculptured
out of sunlight made
a sight so rare it’s not to be found by the common
under sky so perfect blue
the canvas for this priceless art
red image of a miracle born of angel’s tears
your ruby lips.
Pounding heart goes wild behind their bars of bone
ringing mind under a roof of dazzling thoughts
elevating soul in a canister of love
sublime in every sentence
that manages to escape the grasp of my lips
every word spoken in awe
and care not to ruin the silence
not spoken the more if not said the less
casting my eye upon perfection not of this world
eye to eye we stood in this moment in eternity
seeing your ruby lips.
Fabulous in all your air
the breath of life for my hungry lungs
overjoyed my aura
electric shivers through my spine
unifying our separates till no two exists
but one in whole
nowhere more in space or time the surge for other
deeper wanting then mine is not to be found
in known or unknown worlds
wanting ruby lips.
Masterpiece in the hands of the potter
yearning and craving and turning and shaving
simplicity in complexity is the key to salvation
ether so thick in air so thin
learning to fly without wings
mind out of body
fly like an eagle in skies so free
where yonder girls not half the beauty
of you my love.
And all I want
to have a kiss
of your ruby lips.

...

La mort et secourable et la mort et tranguille.

Contre mes douleurs il n’y a pas d’autre asile.

Death is safe and death is peaceful.

From our pains there is no other refuge.

...

Penny for your thoughts,

but a dollar for your insight!