...as long as there's tomorrow

Voices roaring somewhere in the forests of the brain, recounting to me stories of presence that should be erased only in the wealth of my melancholy. A lost apple of my eye who needs to return and fit in this flesh, to complete my youth yet again, only to prove me wrong…

And this soul burns in epic flames, asking for beauty when there are no fears around. A familiar touch of lips offering fresh air, power to restore lost faith in desolate grounds. Renewed look protected safe and secure in the high keep of the moans from the past, times where everything else was fading into nonsense, everything but the two of us. A cry to be saved from the nothing I’ve become, meaningless as the thought itself…

This dreamer knows when a dream is over, forevermore… as long as there’s tomorrow, hopes belong to someone else. Looking deep inside this wrinkled heart, I know only too well… there’s no desire, nor drive or any remnant of a feeling left behind… at least not for you…

Incredible!

Challenging youth with curiosity, pushing and learning with feelings, beyond needs. No roads, only racetracks. Existential imperfection in life, but with knowledge that wealth and happiness always arrive promptly when they appear from the inside. A strength of will, birthmarks of wisdom, the power to believe and take appropriate actions, ideals of purity and home of everything that is regarded as good, superlatives in human behavior, exemplary notions of beauty, smile... fucking hell, this girl is far beyond academic interest, is this arousal that I feel!? 

All of this, and more, packed in such a petite body, in a most beautiful youth. I stand here impressed beyond faith, with a smile, (and believe it or not) utterly speechless, she has just brought me back to school… and she, only with her twenty something years of age, stands across any believe which I hold as most firm, challenging in rush everything that is me… she beckons! I’m compelled to consider myself invited…

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 ;)

Twenty Tens

Deep distant echoes of my voice murmuring gibberish, advising me for something of high significance, something that I find equally pointless. The full satisfaction of not knowing, and the curiosity of taking another path, just because I can, a path more secret and less known.

The poets of old sing in their long forgotten faith for showers of beauty and grace found only in perfection, divinity and what’s known; but I’m not after innocence and nobility, romantic notions of hope. It’s the twenty tens, and hope has forsaken all lands in this world. In this youth, we chase for imperfection, through mistakes and sins we strive to learn and become more.

It’s difficult to accept that life operates outside order, because that way the Lord’s free will and his almighty power would be disrupted, God would have no meaning in a chaotic universe. And his freedom intended for us is our condemnation, a prison of the heart bricked from even more gibberish. 

So, I choose to be subversive and move like an ocean current. In my occult heathen excommunicated ways I aim to reach our true selves, my heresy is toward any cage attempting to free us from choice. Not to waste resources on hope, but to create and improve overall alchemy of life.

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!

The state of me

In these days the fight for the dream is already in a developing phase. Sacrifices on the flowery meadows are beyond numbers, even beyond grief. And yet, the entire surrounding is new, and that brings this calming sensation of satisfaction and fulfillment for the present. Beauty is everywhere, all around, it only requires a look ready to admire.

Such flow of events perceived with this sensory perception create time above times, a sublime form of hedonism in life, obvious that as the shape of things unfolds even more, the pleasures will be only greater and sharper.

A higher life unveils, but this time, there are no boundaries of existence, not a single form able to restrict thought. The entire heavens lie in the heart, and the horizon is where I am.

A state of existence representing my ultimate craving, wanted most profoundly throughout my childhood and my entire youth…

"Wiser than dreams"

Dawn is waking, light slowly conquers the heavens above. Sun with a red morn heats what’s left from the night, and all that can be heard is silence of people…

The skies are still guarding most of the stars. Life opens its eyes into a sleepy tranquility from the black of the night, only to sail away into those uncertain waters of the new day. This moment might seem like when a bird gently separates from the ground, only to soar into the heights of its own freedom. This dawn (like any other) yearns for days. Tears transform into dew and waves are carving the sea.

Here life bathes in white light, freedom is inhaled through the nostrils, peace fills the inside and sweetness saturates the smile of a man… in these long years of my youth:)

Liberating, satisfying and loving…

Where are the end boundaries of our waters?