the shadows of growth:

A tilted and broken vase

Sprays water with scent flowers

Bows wrap around like hugs

Never given as the shade of mirror.

Water spring from the vase 

from my face tear's 

raining down all past passion

Blinded by your light

Drops of air and time

Breathing cycles  yet broken

In a unbroken fashion.

I tire myself  in blue 

Eyes were the cold turn to heat

My blood as exploded

And i'am muttered in words 

Renounce the known valse

Driven by purpose of

longevity and curiosity

I  know the wind that carried me

now my eyes are no more 

their fluids drunk by birds 

and i fly within there body's

i let the roses for you

shadows of a past

memories for the future

It's not wanting:

wanting, desiring, dreams 

vacant dubious experiments, 

from the recess's of ones brain

impressive cognition, song 

singing not for glory

but for the simplicity.

that we need them to stay 

just the way they already are

vacant in the  mist of  never land

growing is ever lasting 

the  not wanting 

the futile sincere river 

crushing the image

fragile weeping on the side 

fainting a though on diagrams 

laugh around the corner 

hoping that survival routs the way 

To the Mirror of My love:

In my mind the knowing of  my imperfection  is  made clear
the  mirror of feelings not at every minute turned on
stranger  to what i want say in every moment
hopping that my life is perpetuated with your presence

with you at  my side my world is love
with your heat i have come to know happiness
As time pass my heart is blown
And all i want is to be a poet for you every moment

i just wish i could always find the words
that fix and don't brake the poetry of your happiness

Pain is like lust

Dangling in paradise

Willding dust

Raging in a surprise 

Of this  metric's unwise 

A hope of indifrence

Slow scab's, wounds dazed

Nightmares and shadows of influence.

I just wana kill the world

Concentrate my  rage and scream

desrroy and let thus swirll

me myself and the cut down

cuting and bleeding as i lean 

i fall down and my spirit is blown

Arches of sick pepole

Crumble and  break as me 

the void of nothing nibles

Inside my world i plee

Show me a rod destroyd

i'll show you a given up quest

As a slow note emboided 

All souls need a rest.

(Eduard Munch "vampir")

in the smoke  of  my thought's

the blur of haze in my feelings 

hasten's the  cords  of  my  heart

it's a cross  of  supreme sanctity

i know the  flames 

and they will burn my will

destroy-me  or  love-me

you have the power  for it all

be nice, be rough, devour or spit-me

kill-me or resurect-me screaming  blood

just  kill-me  over again

more than a wife you are my being 

my fiber  my soul my D.N.A

my  Crazyness

I love  you and  in my life.

my  mirror dreams  of you. 

Tho shell not break

Mirror's clash bettewn us

A thousand  path's unsafe

 The form sun shed  

The feeling  cut out

Piercing arrows of soul

A flesh burning 

Red flames as eyes

Hail to the courage

Roar of  indecision

personification of strained 

The thought out of place 

Morbid farmer of lambs

 Slithering in sun of  imobility

My  Flag raising wings 

Starter's  here is the play

Let the curtains of oblivious  bheaviour

play me to myself.

H. R. Giger future human

In every mith cruelty

creation and destruction

clash of  blood to pass

persistence of dreams

the tales are made of moral

belif's and faith left alone

what for the angels  of  false  prhophecy's

where is the learning

reality crushed in sense of mortality

where is the true love

deciving years of thought's

tricks of mind and fantasy 

with no sustance

i love you

i kill you 

but i will love you forever