(23/11/12)
Held in fine balance
To the visible ruin
I came to be
Keeping in touch
From time to time
The music
The usual madness
Matched with alcohol
And drugs
Girls wanting sex
Whose names i long forgot
Pretty talkative
Wearing some rare
Strange costumes
Which i didn't disaprove off
By no means
It all worked
Perfectly
Like a thousand beautiful
Dreams piling in my head
Given up as lost
It was a thirst
Insistent
Except for the drugs
That by now were
Losing their magic
Taken for scrap
By some collector
Of epic journeys
Surviving inches
Away from the soul
With permanent allowance
To intervine
If needed
A model size God
With arms streatched to infinity
Able to advance or to go back
Never exhausting
As one would
Surprisingly the night
Went on
Grandiosely decadent
I can still remember it
No tragedy came at the end
I do not wish
To return
The bitches were good
I'm happy now
It gets me going
The poetry
Offers an instant cure
To even the strongest of substances
TRAJECTORY OF STRANGE DUSTS
(09/06/13)
Rapid messages
Convincingly real
Nothing in between
Except for those
Who race towards death
In their silent rooms
Negligent troughout
Where hope never lasts
Like madness shooting through the mind
Or buckets of vomit
In a time of crying
Wasting the dawn
Falling gently on darkness
Calling you out
So full of laughter
Immediately becoming this joke
That spreads and fills the night
Before time to repent
Sitting by your side