Love

A tug-of-war
A poison or a cure
A timeless experience of a human condition
Love, as a river it leaves permanent impressions.

Rescue

A wind of blaze, sounds of hiss surround my body
Heat is a perspiring factor of intent; my lungs are swollen filled with smoke.
A burning sensation takes over my body; fear, tears overwhelm my senses;
A new beginning is sure to be among
So gentle and soft I ease my body into my fatal position
For a moment a terror;
Voices a calamity of chatter
I cannot hear where my own breath is to cry out:
The prelude is over and the real happening has reached its climatic stage.
Arms of strength caress my head
Held as though I am a baby being cradled by the aftershock of a new birth.

Picture Perfect

Waters of morning
Dew droplets
As every step you take is watched
Morning sun has risen
Greatness in the trees illuminates the shadows of faint morning light
Looking towards the shadows
Moses of soaked proportions clings to the dew in the morning mist.
Way beneath frail rocks a calm moving water flows.
So clear the tiny salmon want to be seen.
Everything surrounding this environment is efficient.
So serene
My feelings are shared by no one but myself
Tranquil waters drag me under.
The water is so pleasant and frigid
I cannot help but not to move.
Just sweeping my body down the earth with it
Stream of beauty just took me for a ride
Where am I going?

Seeing my Fall

I am a man on the outside, but a woman on the inside.
A spacious area with open waters all alone, all around me;
These shadows give away my loneliness.
They do not appeal to neither them nor I.
I could be lost.
These shadows.
Am I all-alone? Can I not be found?
One of whom Dr. Jeckel or Mr. Heide
Head splinters where my mind was placed at the beginning of my art, once;
Solitude.
Could there be a jungle
Somewhere;
Flaccid changes my facial insanity
I am lost without any chance of remorse.