Fools hope

Lost in dark corridors
No ground under the feet
In thin air hanging by a thread
Like a puppet without a puppetier

Cold bricks on both sides
Labyrinth-like walls sweathing
Shadows of those before me
Flying in harmonious disorder

Dead is this world of lost
Moisty odor fills the sense
Cold rot is eating the flesh
Bones stepping out for the final act.

Is there light to shine bright
Is there fire to warm up
Is there a friend to give a hand
Or is it all ... just a fools hope?

Nocturne

Pitch black dark
Spotted with stars
The sky is

Cold wind caressing
The skin shivers
Feet gone cold

Sounds in the night
Nocturnal drama unfolding
To disapear in the coming of dawn

Koan

What is the sound of a gun
if there is no one there
to pull the trigger?

Prison

At the edge of the bed
Sitting, looking down
Remembering thoughts
Flying amongst clouds

Shy smile showing
On the face two dots
Nothing to say
Nothing to hide

It was
It is
It will be
Time is a prison

Farmers dilema

Sliding down
Your warm skin
My palm petting
Calming you down
You eating out of my hands

Meeting your eyes
Seeing their light
Just before my hand
Will slay you down
Your flesh down my throat

Artist

Hanging in thoughts
Following habits
Spying on emotions
Like an operative
Action in inaction

Breathing winds of change
In and out of the universe
Seeping through nostrils
Filling space becoming ocean
Deep down golden rays following

Discovering worlds of becoming
As a bee discovers a flower
Zooming above all the colors
Streching on the canvas
This Mind is a great artist

Energy

Holding the body in palms
Like a drop of water
Ready to evaporate
Into nothingness

Cherished with warmth
Touching the skin
Calm settling in
Deep in the core

Fingers dancing
Over black n white
Tones flying wild
In all directions

Sliding into vibrations
Energy travels fast
Everything including
To spring into void