When life burns out,
you create a colossus that will
ultimately destroy you.

Pinnacle of success
brings loneliness. You would
search yourself for company.

Who will not sit for
your wake, when somebody
pulls you out from the pyre?

Don't give me anything.
Let my blood flow through the river of
eyes. A tree dies standing.

Who is ready to go?
The demons want you to put to
torture. Nemesis was different from revenge.

The philosophy of existence
is, how do you define love? You want to
alter the will of god?

Nature-she was
playing with us. Any saviour becomes
a man-eater in savannah.

On descent the body
explodes to become a silhouette
to attract the creator.

You were endangering
the earth O destroyer. Was it
devotion or crucifixion?

Embalmed, you were
very difficult. Life has ignored you.
So what was the big pain?

Theoretically, the dead
man walks. You will not become
Newton. The apples are still falling.

The Greeks want to
be born again. Life is a challenge. You
have to climb the Himalaya like Sysyphus.

Somewhere a pin
drops in pitch dark. The deity
appears incognito, rising from dust.

I was dying for
your truths after separation from
myself in a disturbing moment.

Grave danger was for
eternal lovers, like swans, would
fight sincerely to die.

Sitting in a wake
you don't feel peace. The vigil
has a buzzing sound.

No benefit comes.
Your fingers speak for the broken
faith. Where gods sleep?

The candles in the wind
were blowing up at the bank
of the river, which had dried up.

Like snowflakes, you
fall on me to understand love.
I sit on a toadstool to write a poem.

When I think of stars
you want to know me to sit on the
grass, to filter the truth of pain.

A torch misbehaves,
when the sun dips and the moon
refuses to rise. Milk was not milk.