The Desert

Ego is strong
Keeps demanding,
Persistent beast.
I am surprised
I grieve,
Withdraw.
Vulnerable.

No regret
Stuckness rather it is.
Mind and Body
Trapped in a time machine.

Old spaces, patterns and puzzles
Unresolved.

Victims of personal convictions
Separate directions to follow
A faint memory warns
Storms are coming.
Like an experienced Bedouin
I observe the desert.
Young warriors run into a trap.

Lost Horizon

Families separate by war
Desire to live
Find the Future Hill

Lost identities
Faced by lost horizons
New generations
Finding the roots.

Sadness in their eyes
Burdened by history
Can it be disguised
By a financial victory.

Hurt by lost homes
Language forgotten
Hanging in between
Silence and anger

Different nations,
Different to me.
I was healed
Somewhere near the
Future Hill

Into the Deep

Harvested vaginal juices
Stretched between my fingers
Smell of ancient oceans
Hiding the secrets
Behind the daemon's
Third eye.

I capture the moment
Unrecorded
When you trembled
Screamed
Moaned

I had you over and over again
Diving deeper into the Deep.
Uninterrupted .

Untitled

Promises and whispers of love
Secluded by the raising sun
Dogs abandoned
Loyalty defeated
Unconsciously exchanged cups
With cold tea

Old story

On the Rock

You are two extremes
United in separate bodies
Like a space-time continuum

Dizzy already
I require,
I demand
To know while
Storm blocks the view

Dark clouds bring the thunder
Universal sparkle connects
Yin and Yang -
Lightning.

Blinded by the vision
Attracted so it hurts
I ask for help
My angels and spirits
Protectors of my humble home,
Queendome built
On a single rock.
Shaken out of balance

It swings.

Stereotypes

Undefined
Accepted
Recognized
Projected

Name them
And they are
Yours
For freedom
Best to
Ignore

Not mine,
Not me
Not now

Untied knot

Silence

Will she come
Looking for me
Sleepy and dazed
Giving herself permission
To be confused

No waiting
No expectations

Bad spirits are chased away
Afraid of the sound
Silence is bound to be broken