To make a bed...

To make a bed for you and me… bed the size of heavens, with clouds instead of pillows; where you're the sun smiling from above, and I am that wind forever chasing down humbly.

To make a bed for you and me… bed of flowers instead of sheets, with spices and bodies. To come into my life and never ever walk away.

To make a bed for you and me… bed of love and warmth, to have you as a cover, and you have me forever.

At dawn our angels meet

This sun is orange, as if it cried for you the entire night while away from you, as if it dreamed about you with a passion of a proud solitary… in an unknown night, in a mysterious ground.

At dawn our eyes meet, your face is rouge from the passions of a love with beginnings long forgotten in the past, with basis beyond sacrifice, above pain. This warmth of you brings a flute song in this savage heart, high notes filled with magic for a fairytale… a fairytale made from the both of us, belonging to the both of us – gently conquering us, when awake or when sleeping like this, closely tight. At dawn, our angels meet.

It all began here, on the ground, among all people; and it echoes up there, far in the heights where you and I make a home together.

All we know is that we exist: you for me, and I for you. Damn everything else…

 

Space between us

The mere thought of you urges chatter underneath my poised exterior. A feeling precedes your presence, carving me deep in the essence, adding chromosomes to my cells, mutating my genes. Your scent is down there, deep in my making, I safeguard you there. Like it or not, you’re already a part of me as you are, biological, intangible for others…

And this world starts to grow, because of this, because of you. Space between us fits in a blink of an eye, so I stand here, right beside you, where I can feel your warmth; where I can touch, closer and closer to you. And I’m going to stay here, fearless and intrepid as a descendant from a long vine of lovers. This source of things, an omen to my existence which I represent with these eyes of blue and golden hair, is a debt written the day I was born… and it belongs to you, only you.

Worlds inside people

The head is in a clamp, pressed and oppressed by lies from the one side and more lies on the other. A subversive mean to occupy everything that describes us as human, whispering us to close our minds and become erasers; build a unique endemic region with sick traps, and let thought die there. To be human should be a sin. These subliminal perversions are aiming to arrest us in front of the media and nail us on it, watch it with envy as life goes by… when the only ruling force in this world is hunger.

But… our kind is kind, young, curious and brave, and we promise a lot. We know that understanding and compassion bring joy, that knowledge is an omen of survival, and that love for others is the driving force of things. Our future depends on how much we get acquainted with ourselves. Those worlds inside people!

Reminders that man has fully developed in what he truly is, just to stand amazed.

Fusion of emotions

Fusion of emotions, overwhelming with every breath I take, startling me at every turn… alarmingly adorable connections with people are warming the blood stream, attachments to each and every cell of the body, deep and deeper extending my DNA sequence. A multiplication of the inner radiance, additional priceless value of the soul. The beauty of personalities I find, nesting inside me, inexorably accepted as essential parts of the psyche. These wireless connections are most welcoming fittings, linking my entire presence in this world, enriching it with colours and scents beyond magic. 

The love for people overwhelms this existence, bringing new and special meaning to the concept of treasure…

Fires of myself

I decide to be, so I look at marvels of life with exaltation. Fully prepared to uncover my dream I reach deep into the heart, and with unknown forces that I find there, I shake the ground beneath my feet.

There’s an end of a day… when thoughts become clear, when feelings are only bright, when dreams are back. A desire from the core, so close and so familiar to me, carried within through countless dreams, through endless corridors of hallucinations. Those loving charms consisting a personality, an identity. Lust for life with beginnings long forgotten and a truth which thrives in the fires of myself. 

And every single moment of this life, looks exactly like falling in love!

I call her love!

Silent expression on the face, tender smile uncovering everything, revealing what lies beneath this skin – pleasing satisfaction wrapped only in itself. The soul has drifted away from charms of beauty, feeling, craving, loving… she wants to escape from the body, and be forever hers. For this soul knows only too well, there is only one lighthouse showing the path home from that treacherous sea out there, only one secret port made for a single soul that’s no longer mine. And there she is, bringing me the lot, giving me a new name… I call her love! 

A full discovery of a thought, this life is governed only by coincidence.

Miracles happen - they conquer...

In the basic structure we’re thoughtful beings. We reason, strive toward choice, we solve, build and create… so, intellectually we go somewhere. Beneath all of our intellectual potentials we’re only emotional creatures – we feel, act and react. And once in a blue moon, miracles happen – they conquer…

… in comes this creature in form of a woman, angel and demon exactly in the proportion I simply adore. It took me only a moment to recognize her. I wasn’t looking for what she represents, nonetheless she came, kind of felt invited and I didn’t even have to invite her. She accepts willingly this total composition of harmony and chaos that I’m made of. She loves and holds deep under her skin, every single creature that I represent. With her graces and fury she snatches me, and takes me away in a world within this world – in the cupola of us two.

So, I react and she becomes the single most important thing. Every single moment without her is passed in waiting... So, I’m all in!

Stories to tell

She came as a discovery, from the corners of my soul, and marked years in those times of old. She wrote her name all over me and I created depth in my flesh, so deep where voice is created… and I kept her there, deep in my essence, safe and secure – protected. Inexorably she became the most sacred part of me.

And she loved me for that, but she never knew love before, she never understood love. So, she stayed to endure defiantly, maimed and weary, in the fatigue of her soul, in that poverty of her eternal spirit that was no longer human... love, forgotten in loss –  like a lost limb.

We rose only to fall…

So, I love!

Ancient ruins on a plagued continent, somewhere far in this archeology of me, separated from my personality with time and space. Desolate witnesses of a total destruction of one individual. A long forgotten battle with myself on a cursed ground, a fight with an outcome – and the outcome was me. In that chasm of doom where wretched things go to parish, I’ve endured far from safe, in the middle of harm, where hearts slow, tissues bleed and limbs are only lost – there in a secret land, I was forged… only to become your trusted ally in the everlasting antique battle against time, fully prepared for the dialog with nature; this occult prince, your digital alchemist, with a soul able only to love…

So, I love!

The glue keeping me together

Constant uplifting sensations beneath the skin… shivers, trembles, shakes, quakes… it’s obvious that something’s cooking inside, reaching high point – screaming to get out. What a thrill, leaving me in symptoms – breathless!

A full rediscovery of feelings, new and fairer meaning of the phrase “hot as hell”; and in its totality of splendor, I succumb and let myself go with that flow. In the entire district of myself, I stand on the rise, eagerly on alert to hear the sound of the gun, so that I can start my furious sprint. 

There, in that run, when the speed takes hold of me, when I reach the limits of the body, when muscles should tear apart in spasms and bones break like they’re nothing – I don’t fall apart, because the only glue keeping me together is that woman… so, I run faster!

Love, again

So many feelings felt, so many spoken words, all those overwhelming smiles... and only one look, only one you, and one me.

In this heat of life, in our beauties of youth… light in the soul, grace in a word, compassion in a scent, and forgiveness of the woman – love from the woman.

And I no longer remain drunk from a white lake of tears in empty hunger for happiness, there’s no more defacing pain snatching the blue out of these eyes, that deep despair in dreams is gone, no more mute cramps in the heart...

I adore your eyes, the way they see, and I… I turn into you ;)

The world that matters

Suns are extinguished, and from the remains new ones are created. Space is revolving in the dead of the night, dancing forevermore. The world is on the brink of something, still green and blooming. Clouds are somewhere hiding and time zones are still counting time. Lives pass by and others are born. People are occupied with the rush of the everyday living, moving step at the time toward: feelings, goals… This heat boiling our blood, reminding us that we’re forged in fire. Summer, it smells exactly like in the middle of it:)

And I’ve got just a single place to go… close and closer to you. So that I can close my eyes and never feel tired again;)

I, occult

Woman infiltrates beneath this deep cover of rough manhood, both openly and subversively, on a conscious and unconscious level. Her world of scents, subtle gentle presence substituting: my dirty ways, my corrupt nature, this vulgar filth of mine… when she starts to be the bigger part of me, I become more. She is an icon of my deviation towards good and better… and I like that, her dominion in my world, when she begins and never ends, when she becomes the first and most important reason why to love life! So, I’m seduced to my core, and I belong again…

A part of my filth in vulgarity, my perversity in adoring her is always present on an unconscious level; they arise when she gives herself to me, the only way a woman knows – totally. Thus she becomes my occult exaltation, and I begin to love even more, to a point when my sentient self is no more, ego is gone. And then from my deep dark dungeons something escapes, my primal scream, my wretched self… a highly volatile creature depraved beyond measure, corrupted further away from understanding, defiant presence against change...the fiend inside breaks loose.

And I become a necessary betrayal, a desperate act of infidelity toward her and myself. I deserve all consequences which follow my treacherous nature, her gradually moving from scorn to wrath and ruin. Her own demise from the disappointment in me is translated as a sharing destruction, we become bits and pieces of ourselves… 

And then, when loss is the only thing that remains, I become that presence which is missing, her hope that one day… maybe!?

Las islas de Ti

Dreams merge with lives made of flesh. They acquire fabric, body, scents. They’re alive, existing forevermore. In this world, in this life, dreams become that force which drives us, they conquer reality… irrevocably!

Dreaming the same dream with you, only there I find my adoration in divinity; there I meet my true self… inside you, deeply, firmly, completely! Moderation has never been in my vocabulary. When it comes to you, I’m famished and greedy! I want it, I need it all – everything that you have;)

For those who love too much, gamble to lose everything :*

Chained

I don’t know how you exist, and if you do: what are you doing and where you are. Are you yourself on your own, or somewhere unfavorable stranger again. I wonder if your world has regained color, or it remained completely the same – full of black and white static. In this age, when we broke ourselves to dust… so that the desert in my heart can carry your name.

With pale fatigue I recall and thoroughly gain consciousness that I have failed and betrayed you. My treacherous nature knows no bounds. And at times when I only wish that sorrow should be made of ice, in order to fully melt in summer, I come to understand that I don’t deserve that as much as I deserve Prometheus’s chained cursed faith. Now, when my mistakes are counted with you, I realize that hell is irrevocably the consequence of me.

In this life, when everything shatters into pieces… everything, but the pain.

Forevermore

Regardless of the origin, my nonselective nature accepts memories; ticklish sensations twisting me untidily even more with everything and anything, in everything and anything. Wireless connections unraveling true human nature, vivid in its totality, wild and free. In these eyes, rainbow is made out of anything, and colors were never exiled from this soul. So I love, forevermore…

Because in this youth, right now, impatience and curiosity truly are an asset… they drive fast in an even louder groove. Burning, because I can…

In here the tide is always high, and that stormy sea out there is beckoning. So, you see… I am welcome!

My anno domini, you;)

Of course it’s describable, why do you think I’ve read so many books and learned all these languages? Not just to bullshit my way out of any situation possible and conceivable to women, but to express this thrill which vibes beneath this raw exterior and energizes the lot, all the way up to the edges of the skin. All this heat, because of you. My hell from another hell, you;)

The perception of you is new to me. With such an occult pleasure I’m going to excavate deep in this archeology of me, until I find fresh means to please you. My terra incognita, you;)

Because this time, standing here in front of you, my experience is worth nothing. Your dominion here is absolute, your rule is without any opposition whatsoever. You have this force to split my timeline in half, what happened before you, and what happens with you. My anno domini, you;)

I can feel it when you exhale, I’m well trained to hear it in the corners of your mind… there is something inside you, something on you, some part of you – screaming in thirst to be mine; and that’s worth everything and anything, my all, the lot of me;)

Breathe INN

We spend lifetime in discovering, we search to find. And we find… then we attach feelings to memories, carefully and orderly archiving them in our vast consciousness, patiently filling the water of oneself drop by drop. From the deep endless limbo all the way up to the creation of the present moment, that fiery ocean of the ego is full; and yet we require more. And we acquire!

We learn and achieve, sometimes we build and sometimes we ruin. Never failing to remember, we know what to say to the image in the mirror. The echo is never stronger than the voice!

Our curious nature is on to us, it’s chasing. We compose notes on the thin string of life, and we dance… dancing is in the genes!

Knowing that life is a gamble, we yearn and burn!

Women? Aha, that's right;)

It really doesn’t matter at all… you can be tall as a mountain or petite to fit in my pocket, you see, I’m an alchemist, easily adaptable in my transformations. It’s quite all right if you’re young or more experienced, as long as we have stories to share. It’s of no consequence if your nails are short or long, just bite the flesh right off till both jaws meet. You could wear high heels or have bare feet, in the end, it’s all about getting naked. Be a wreck of a ship or ecstatic in Arcadia, devour me with fury or bless me with tenderness, you’re my divinity and most welcome anyhow. You can have blue, green or brown eyes, this blue eye boy is always in need of the occult. Freckles, dimples, tongue rings, ink, piercings, it’s all good, bring it on. It’s also no problem if you’re blonde, brunette or red, you know, my type is women;)

Your beauty is not about what’s obvious and meets the eye, it’s beneath that smile of yours (whether you mean it or fake it). Beauty can be found only in the depths of your gaze, down there, where I roam to discover the making of your soul. And with each and every one of you that beauty is of different kind, every single time; and my only worth is to find it out and multiply it many times over, only in the freedom of ourselves. 

So, I aspire… and you? Just come as you are, and I’ll come wherever I’m allowed:*