Like a goofy boy

Like a goofy boy you smile helplessly your head tilted back, and your slightly uneven teeth spread about the sun rays are spinning while the world is spinning while you might be spinning who knows, everything is a moment; an euphoric joy that one cannot conceive Your laugh might be the only sound out there

Nature

Things that you’re used to, things that you couldn’t live without reassess think again do you really need them?

Whatever he is

My lover’s so far away again flashing through a bike ride down lonely lanes, streets, shrubs, paths… The clouds are heavy, and the skies are bleak again I can feel each cell thrive and shrivel in my body I just want to be naked and sprawl on the great green grass; get kissed by the

Colors in the city

When the cold weather recedes, the days are bright and the air is flowy and fresh I turn into a majestic peacock dancing for you, dancing to the tune of your love you make me alive, even in my dying days these city walls collapse, and it becomes paradise I can live here, like this,

Bleeding green

Can’t get myself to cry …it’s been over years… over something that’s left this samsara the memories blur and dissipate to the ground I’m trying to knock myself alive cry a little more, scream a bit love a lot but I’m left dissipating too; dispersing with the winds themselves trying to attach to whatever that

Our oasis

I’d go to the end of the world for you babe. To the core of this great old rock, high up in the sky, whatever you want me to say. I’ll say it. Our story’s mapped out in the palms of our hands, and when we place them together, the stars align. We’d live in

Baked skin and olive green

Soak it all in, and trap it Before the sun disappears for the next six months in this desperate place

Shady world

House didn’t feel like a home. Trying to keep my parents safe while trying to look like we’re all leading simple safe lives. When in the yard, it’s hard to feel free as you suspect invisible vehicles are driving along the roads monitoring you. Guy writes a beautiful song and he’s got a good voice,

Green slice of heaven

Maybe when I’m bedridden one day I’ll remember the days when I could move and do whatever I wanted to do; go out in nature, be active, ride my bicycle through the off roads. Lay in the fields, be as naked as I could be Let the air kiss and lick my salty skin; so

Stepping into the rain drops with my cat

You wouldn’t expect a rainy, cold, dark day around summer time. Everything’s back to freezing, and I hate having to wear winter clothes that I’ve put aside once more. The cat himself is a bit confused and is circling around not knowing what to do. I pick him up and smother him with love, and

Tropical bird

Please don’t leave, he whispered from the depths of his heart Her forest eyes pierced into his mind and took him elsewhere Paradise Where red-yellow birds flew over the rainbow And the waterfalls drenched into the ground Don’t leave me, he thought As he buried his nose in her hair And got soaked in that

My meaning of life

Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above I don’t care. This is my meaning of life.

Swimming in sparkling yellow

Swimming in diluted pain Swimming in circular, swirling colors Swimming with you, paralyzed Traveling with the ocean tides Immersed in sweet delights That turn acidic Floating with moss, floating in yellow green Immersed in bubbles, palpitating wishes and dreams Stuck in liquid, dragging, lifting Still in silent mid space Numb, gazing Feeling of love Swimming

Jungles of Cambodia

Is it white heaven or green hell? The water droplet glides across a green leaf and falls into the ground as if it knows what it’s doing. It’s over 100 Fahrenheit weather and my mind is clouded with steaming and scorching fog. Forehead throbs with painful memories that become ever so pleasurable and vivid with each

Safe

Atop the green grassy hill during summertime, away from the shady trees below, behind the warehouse, against that warm tin wall, There lies a safe spot. Your open arms. The silence of your smile, The content in your eyes, the stillness in your seat. Embracing you my body sighs a massive wave of relief Clasped underneath

Beauty uncut

beauty when styled, beauty when let go. It’s beautiful nonetheless. &D