Nostalgia 

Waiting for the summer to be over

It’s not that I’m thinking of ya

More like

I was in another world with ya

Catching flashes

Of another era

The peaceful serenity 

Underneath hysteria 

Who was destined

To unlock their power

And who was destined

To start over

The reeds and flowers

Climb up higher

The sun and sky

Filter through the slow desire

I was a child 

Tora eimai Yunaika

Pink and blue washes through

The push gets heavier

The stain is painful

And the waiting gets deeper 

And you wonder

Where will it take her

The ideal faith

The perfect trust

And their awkward shadows 

Making a theatre 

In aspiration

Of themselves forever 

You and me

Could be shadows together

Or join at the Logos

I don’t mind either way

It’s better. 

The poet would laugh truly

At that brown haired girl

In pursuit of nothing 

Of love 

On a carousel

Her refusal 

To understand the world 

 

The poet

Has no fear

Of losing description 

To cut away the pericarp 

To the core

The basic

Absolute 

 

But the girl 

Makes splendid circles 

Around candid poets 

Making pleasure

Of her own debacles

Not once, but twice 

Or four or more

Hell

She’d rather clap the shell

Than take the pearl

 

Meanwhile 

The poet laughs hysterically 

And then pauses

In doubt

As she slips away

Then laughs again

As she swings around 

Forever 

Eternally

Spherical atmos                                       There was nothing truly there to take

Periferia                                                    Because you were not ‘That’

Winding down                                         And you never will

The lines of dreams.                               Be it still

Decelerated impact                                 If only your skin and mind could fill

Cushioning you                                       The mold that you wanted

Keeping you intact                                  Maybe

And safe                                                    You could become a god one day.

In fact.                 

                                                                    But until that day

Whatever it is you choose to make       You meet ‘death’

You must know                                         Let’s say,

That it is made from the absence         The killer keeps coming

Of knives                                                  To shake you

That haven’t angered you yet                Wake you

Flames                                                       And take you to the edge

You haven’t felt yet                                  Of your mighty kingdom.

And arrows

That haven’t surprised you yet.             He’ll sit with you quietly

What empire you build                          On the great wall

What worth are you?                               Where you will look out together

Even a damned and broken palace       Into ambience

Is still a palace                                           Into chaos

It’s true.                                                     To it all

                                                                    Where no story exists

You made yourself into so much          No cushion resists

You carefully arranged this and that    No dream persists

And such                                                   And your tears

But the one who you are not                 Have no more gravity

Has taken it away                                     Actually

And they keep on taking it 

All away.                                                    They just

                                                                    Fly

Except                                                       Upwards.

      Now I can see                                                And Golden Gods

     How one could take                                     Or the complexes

     Two times to fall through the crack          Of sex

     The first time was a jolt                               And sexes

     The second time I got stuck                       Unable to forget

     Was just out of luck                                      Another spiritual quote

     The sun passed                                             Profundity profanity

     Behind a cloud                                             Saturation in humanity

     And the passers passed                               Spiritually political

     Their shadow shrouded                              Panic

     And blacked out                                           It’s making me sick

     The small opening                                       If I watch 

     Where I peeped from the ground            Another video

     I can see now                                                Of things I should want

     How                                                               And things I don’t want

     An entire person                                          Capital masturbate

     Could be forgotten                                      Self promotion

     As easily                                                         Addiction

     As a cigarette down-trodden                      To self gratification 

     You see                                                           To which we all

     This generation                                            Participate

     Scares me the most                                     Confused cats

     You know why?                                             Dependent dogs

     Because I’m no better                                  How to fix your doorknob

     Even I                                                             How to get a real job

     Could never get her                                      I think

     I would surely                                                I will disappear 

    Have to pay a professional to reach her     Forever

     If I type                                                           Find a hole

     Another goddamn letter                              And sit quietly

     And see another                                            Turn off the sun

     Picture                                                            And wait

     Of my frozen friends                                   And wait

                                                                              And wait

                                                                              And wait

                                                                              And that’s all. 

Let the obsession unfold 

Into stories untold

I'll take my place among the lost ones

And bow down to the warrior

My respected nemesis

My unexpected saviour 

In his arms

I can fall apart freely

The fight no longer a fight

But a cradle of affection

A synergy between lovers

Giving birth to unborn pain

Leave us be

To the unchained world

My defeat is my victory 

My hysteria is my sense

I join you, my dark one.

What a mess                                                  

What a beautiful failure

You couldn’t get that body

To sit still

You couldn’t get that heart

To contain the blood

Only spew it out

And around

Messily

Was it tears or sweat?

Or both?

While he thought about his life

While she thought about her success

What a mess

What a lovely disappointment 

You simply wouldn’t 

Be able

To find enough clarity

To make a scene

In the ‘Industry’

You simply didn’t 

Understand 

How to hunt

And play

And kill

Your friends can see what you never will

And leave you when they’ve had their fill

No one likes

A man

Who stands

In his own way

Or a girl who needs a father still

Or a guy who’d rather take a pill

Or a dog who eats until he’s ill

It’s beautiful 

That

Despite the trembling anger

The body remains

In the same place

As before

And comes a sigh

To greet the passing of a storm

No more

Just more

More and more

To build that imaginary wall

Stronger

Higher

Visible to all.