Dead of night
After dinner at the Maroccan House
Not far from Gallipoli
Thirsty for wanting to inhale the sea
Going down the cobbled surface
I slide along and land on insolent stones
So white under the moonlight
Just like the stretch of my loose yearnings
Just like this beach of stones I am
Sitting in a corner of the universe
My choice
Then I forget it all
Who I am or was or will be
A cloud of smoke this essence of mine
Just like another cigarette I light up
The sea speaks softly
And its waves seem not to want to move
This tide is weak
But I can feel the water's energy the same
One can't forget the smell of night and sea
Whilst looking onto the open sea we are
Everything becomes independent
My fears no longer chain me to nothingness
Free from all
I feel all and whole and none and home
My body rises against the present
And wander free
As my aura like an arrow pierces this very instant
This is the eternity my eyes give me as a gift
I am the drop as well as this whole sea
Thursday 28 May 2009
Eve of a sex change
Awareness
That I will not lose my mind
Ever
Again
Or wake up with a heart full of someone
To see
To touch
To inhale until full of fake immensity
Because feelings can be a dream in a dream
So I do not exist but pass by in the dress that my body is
and nobody cares
Not even me
Complicated assemblage of unbearable molecules
Nobody dares to love the woman in black
She just arrived in front of the main wall
The one that one has to climb
All set up a table nearby and feed on belongings
But she sees the boat now waiting for her
Beyond the fence
Ready to sail a new sea of maybes
Whilst insanity and tiredness caused by delusion travel through her veins
And memories do not really fade away
But haunt this little girl she has been hiding
No possessions
No way in
No way out
Whisper the demons with a thousand faces
The creatures who raped her
then sucked her lymph with the language of love
But the spell is now broken
Not a witch or a fairy
But an Eve who surrendered her crown to the wolves
Who charmingly devoured her soft skin
Like lovers do in real life
When boarding the vessel her limbs will tremble
The ocean will demand for tears
Reaching out for her with waves and promises
and still keeping her warm in the east of this lifetime
She can see the sun setting by the horizon
Glowing
And asking for her to come
For more of this insignificant mortal
Only worthy because in the arms of the Buddha she is
That I will not lose my mind
Ever
Again
Or wake up with a heart full of someone
To see
To touch
To inhale until full of fake immensity
Because feelings can be a dream in a dream
So I do not exist but pass by in the dress that my body is
and nobody cares
Not even me
Complicated assemblage of unbearable molecules
Nobody dares to love the woman in black
She just arrived in front of the main wall
The one that one has to climb
All set up a table nearby and feed on belongings
But she sees the boat now waiting for her
Beyond the fence
Ready to sail a new sea of maybes
Whilst insanity and tiredness caused by delusion travel through her veins
And memories do not really fade away
But haunt this little girl she has been hiding
No possessions
No way in
No way out
Whisper the demons with a thousand faces
The creatures who raped her
then sucked her lymph with the language of love
But the spell is now broken
Not a witch or a fairy
But an Eve who surrendered her crown to the wolves
Who charmingly devoured her soft skin
Like lovers do in real life
When boarding the vessel her limbs will tremble
The ocean will demand for tears
Reaching out for her with waves and promises
and still keeping her warm in the east of this lifetime
She can see the sun setting by the horizon
Glowing
And asking for her to come
For more of this insignificant mortal
Only worthy because in the arms of the Buddha she is
Nothing is ever extinct
A drop in the ocean
Mother
Salted if it is a sea
Sweet if a lake
The beginning was water
Maybe even before the light
A flash that sparkled
Dispersed molecules
No man's land is this now
Supreme illusion of the ego
Forced through by vandals well dressed
Sons of the fear to lose
Us always trying to win
Never content with little to hold
Ignorant that nothing is ever exinct
Mother
Salted if it is a sea
Sweet if a lake
The beginning was water
Maybe even before the light
A flash that sparkled
Dispersed molecules
No man's land is this now
Supreme illusion of the ego
Forced through by vandals well dressed
Sons of the fear to lose
Us always trying to win
Never content with little to hold
Ignorant that nothing is ever exinct
Not Written In Stone
The garden of love free from evil
that evil of those who look upon with hatred
the same of those abominations who judge
abundant with sacred hypocrisy
and confident that holiness should inflict on pain
The garden of love they pretend to know
is safely sheltered by the real truth
the one that speaks of worthiness
abundant with human warmth
and confident that holiness should not inflict on pain
Where love embraces our race
Gods do kiss both Joseph or Maria
and tenderly hold out heir hand to those who do not sleep alone
abundant with sacred togetherness
and confident that holiness does not inflict on gender
that evil of those who look upon with hatred
the same of those abominations who judge
abundant with sacred hypocrisy
and confident that holiness should inflict on pain
The garden of love they pretend to know
is safely sheltered by the real truth
the one that speaks of worthiness
abundant with human warmth
and confident that holiness should not inflict on pain
Where love embraces our race
Gods do kiss both Joseph or Maria
and tenderly hold out heir hand to those who do not sleep alone
abundant with sacred togetherness
and confident that holiness does not inflict on gender
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