to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

сряда, 10 юли 2013 г.


No love.
Just art.
No lust, no faith, no dreams,
just life
and the squeezed off beauty in between
the hurricane and the deathly calm
inside me
when I find it hard to breathe.
No sins, no, no sex, no nights
that echo back to you with stars aligned
and lights spinning all around
like fireworks attacking the ground.
I don't need love to feel alive,
even though now it's time to need it -
I only need to raise my hand
with the pen and a piece of paper
in my fingers.

'Cause life is slipping out of me,
but I know the secret of the undying heart -
no lust, no jealousy, no anger, no love, no fear -
only eternal creation
and everliving

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