Sunday, April 26, 2015

Take me...

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Take me to the place
where our end does not exist,
where time hovers on the brink of twilight,
a place that can still this loss of purpose,
put to rest the futility… the restlessness…
that is gnawing at me.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

I Run

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Damn, it is uncomfortable,
the impending doom that’s made its home
in the pit of my stomach,
where it chases me with hours
when mere minutes barely passed,
and shreds my nerves as it grinds away
to a diary that isn't mine.
So I flee to a harbour that offers no shelter,
where my endurance is performing admirably
against escape routes stronger than time,
until this body can no longer withstand
the influx of chemical substances
that finally force these restless eyes shut
but the soul that can’t sleep trawls along…

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

When Time Stands Still

Time slows imperceptibly,
minutes merge with impurity,

‘til the sun sets at noon
and your days are as dark
as the nights are silent,
and you’re motionless
in a breathless void

where your spirit can’t fly
with the breeze.

Friday, April 17, 2015

The Joker

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It’s the fool of a Joker playing havoc in my head,
pouring prompts and propositions
in a never-ending flow, into the path that I now trail down,
where foolishness take’s a firm hold,
opens wide the windows in a lighthouse,
during a tempest,
whose pulse gradually weakens,
as wantonness captures me
and we fly with the churning clouds.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

The day Darkness stole the daylight

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Darkness stole the daylight
and the wind tore through my soul
on the day I fell in love with you.

A shiver of your threat,
discarded, your design,
you ravaged and raged
to the rhythm of the moon,
you drew me to your core,
made a slave out of me,
I am drawn to this storm, here I feed.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Train

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Your words are a slur in my peripheral vision,
assaulting my tenacious control
with your frenzied and rampant hysteria.
Your poisoned breath tries to violate my flesh,
shred every page I’ve ever written,
and you laugh with condemnation
at the fabrications your callous
and ignorant mind has conjured up.
Now the train speeds even faster,
there are no monsters under my bed,
you are a smear that recedes
in the darkness of my fascination.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Magical Midnight

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When the night is bright
and sound is depressed
by the many sleeping breaths,
the moon shines on my skin
and I see your fingers,
luring me as they linger
and dwell on my craving
to fall deep into your thrall,
from which I never will be free.

Thursday, April 9, 2015


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Psssst, come here, let me tell you something.
For many years I fought my instinct
to stay behind these walls,
believing I was wrong,
and that sharing my inner self
creates a path to freedom.
But I now rescind this right
that I have given others,
I no longer want foreign fingers and minds
delving into my psyche.
There is peace behind sharing only what is required,
by retaining a part of every story for no one else but me,
because no one can understand the madness of my mind,
the foreign dimensions in which I wander
which even I don’t understand,
but I need, to stay alive.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

The Edge of Purpose

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Are we but a culmination of every choice we ever made,
formed by the times we’ve been dented and bruised,
tamed by the views as set by society,
and moulded into obedient slaves,
unseeing and unfeeling, unquestioning?

Or are we the result of our passions and desires,
taking leaps that take us over the edge of purpose,
obtaining scars and bruises along the way,
yet the pleasure outweighs that what we seek.

Sunday, April 5, 2015


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If all communication
starts with intent,
what was your intent behind the revelation
that could in no way possible
bring any positive result about,
and how did the subsequent events
live up to the expectations
you had built in your head?
Did it play out your way,
did it bring you the just reward you craved,
did you achieve your goal,
did it alleviate your pain?

Saturday, April 4, 2015

The Weight of Sin

I stand naked before you,
my soul exposed
to the imperfect self that I am,
open as the wind
discloses every hollow,

and the air flees from my lungs,
bare skin so cold I shiver,
I can feel and damn, how it hurts.
I promise you, the light won’t burn,
shake off the edgy restlessness,
feel time as it’s given back to you,
as you lose the weight of sin.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

On The Day That Is Today

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On the day that is today
with clouds that are more silver
than they’re grey,
I’d like to lose myself in your arms,
feel the vibrations of your voice
as it rumbles through your chest,
feel your warmth as it surrounds me,
magic would be all I’d feel.
So come on, get up from there,
move yourself into this space,
let me sooth away the sights you see,
let me carry you away……

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Burnt I Stand

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Fuck these voices in my head,
fuck their accusations and their guilt,
I don’t want to hear it anymore!
you don’t belong in my head!

I have crucified myself in silence
for 20 years,
and when hell chose to open
this particular door,
you nailed me to the wall
in spectacular fashion,
I flew too close and I got burnt,
I am in no way absolved from all of this,
but you cannot break a broken soul,
and now it’s time for you to get out!
Your words can’t hurt me anymore,
the knife at my throat is blunt,
punish my body until it bleeds
but my soul I am taking back.