Someone shot at me today, a shot from beyond and afar. In broad daylight with bipeds, scattered all around. There’s was no hesitation, in the friendly gorgeous smile. But Cupid’s arrow failed once more, to penetrate the heart.

Is it too much to ask for A pair of lips With a gentle face To study in detail To study from afar I gently touch them and Suck Them - on a Saturday night They’re in my dreams Not far away I awake and Long for those cherry lips Is it too much to ask for A pair for Christmas This year also This year too

No love and no loss Two hands in one pocket With lust and glossy lips The hangover not wanted Know yourself and Know thy enemy Seek not what they want But shed a tear when they flee in fear Your empty pocket Cold Empty pocket Lost No time to spare No love and no loss Ever

You call me and I come You swallow My words Wholly Not missing a drop Of the tears Falling Yours or mine or ours Falling free Regrettably Falling free Eternally Falling free Finally

Upon the path of the lesser knowing, wind chill roaming and icicles forming, the whores are out tonight. Beyond the realm of reason, insanity rules the world, with the false and the fake and the great pretenders, prayers for guidance are heard. The sole survivor ponders and preys upon the weak, the lame, the rotten and the stink, the shadows of solitude are real. With a sigh, and without hope, I close the door and weep.

It’s half past nine and We’ve had bottles of wine Not late at night but I’m dancing with Delight She smiles at me I’m hanging from a tree The gingerbread man Is nudging at me So sudden the thought Of balance is fought No reason for that I am flat my back It’s half past nine and I’m not awake I’m dancing with Delight and She’s laughing at me

Go gently with me as my bones are brittle and my heart is cracking more by every passing day with the sound of little feet fading further and further into the shadows of that we perceive as real and closer and closer to the edge of that which is only dream.

The wallpaper was too busy, yellow with white and brown stripes, not suitable for a child, leaving scars like hitting the head on a radiator repeatedly, only more subtle, and less blood. These days collar bones turns me on, and shoulders, and hip bones if not too hidden in fat, and attached to a woman of my fancy, covered somewhat. They need to please my eye, more than my mind and heart, the radiator is to blame, me thinks, as a striped wallpaper never would do any permanent harm…

You will have no way of knowing, without scratching the surface. Nothing can be seen, no one can be heard, until the ice is broken. Do you trust them? I don’t, never will. They say the truth is closer than you know, you just have to scratch the surface, and it will all be revealed. Bollocks.

Sun-kissed and birdsong not doubting I’m in love - proper the sweetest kiss and the everlasting love I found fading fast as I awake My exploded chest folds back into place and hibernates

There was love in her eyes but he didn’t see it, didn’t understand the basics, the core of emotions guiding them on their journey. She had confidence though, that with time she would manage to break him, to make him see the light, the fundamentals guiding them all. He thought her weird, a bi-product of too long an exposure to the new age. Infinity and beyond, he would never surrender his freedom, at any cost. There was love in her eyes, a chill in his heart, a shared passion that would kee

The line is fine between mad and divine and yet there is space for all to reside between opposite sides through limits of mind crossing the line a second nature of mine

La ternura es tener el corazòn al borde de los ojos, cuando me asomo en la noche y penetro el silencio hermético de tus labios, bajo al vacío, y la luz asciende, se multiplica en gorjeos luminosos hasta llenar mi fuente. **** La tendresse c'est avoir le coeur au bord des yeux, quand je me penche dans la nuit et pénètre le silence hermétique de tes lèvres, descend dans l'abîme, et la lumière s'élève , se multiplie en trilles scintillantes jusqu'a remplir mon bol.

La franja azul surge, el mar resbala en la arena y mis manos de espuma rozan el silencio de mi desnudez. **** A drop of light strands nears my window, flaps its wings to the beat of my solitude and stillness; shelters my thoughts.

Soy los ojos que te miran, que te hablan entre las rejillas. ***** Je te lis dans les feuilles de parchemin couvertes d'hiéroglyphes, chaque lettre est suspendue au cordon d'argent de l'univers; j'allonge ma main pour l'attirer sur ma poitrine et lui chuchoter une poésie .

Respiro el amor que nace de tu mirada, crece en mi silencio en este momento pregnado de quietud. **** L'air est rempli de ton parfum de lys, sa clarté virginale et forte flotte librement dans le vent.

¿Y qué es lo que amo cuando te amo como me amo? ¿Y qué es lo que miro cuando te miro como me miro?. Llena de ti, susurro tu nombre una y otra vez, moras tras una cortina de silencio, que te cubre como un muro impenetrable. Add french translation Comment je t'Aime? Tu ne parles pas tu m'observes seulement de ta distance, avec des larmes sèches du désert qui te regarde,

Mis ojos naufragan en tus pupilas tristes y mis dedos recorren las venas de tu frente, tus labios palpitan sonidos imperceptibles y mi pulso no duerme. *** Tu rayonnes de beauté, la tête couverte d'une auréole de douceur, tu es dans mon cœur dans le silence; je me tais. *** My spirit calm and transparent rests in your quiet waters; and we're river in the ocean; and we are one and we are all; we are unconditional love.

Mi día y mi noche en el agua, aguaceros bombardean sin pausa; ríos taladran las calles y el frío acuchilla mis huesos. *** Les tasses de café, thé et de chocolat sans chourros se suivent en chaîne et mon corps ne se chauffe pas.