so there's more than we bargained for

time to get outside

life to bring picture

life to bring you

wishing about nothing

here me calling

in the morning

when we were well insane

stuffing love into blocks

hanging on our hips

all the sounds escaping

vanquished unkissed lips

i no kill

i know love

i know nothing bad

i know something good

are you ready

for what we all

steering home

i'm sure

i could

kiss lips unvanquished

the all escaping sounds

hips hanging

into loves blocks stuffing

insane we were too

in the evening

call me hearing

nothing but wishing

bring you to life

picture to bring life

get outside to time

flowers and mantis

land in the middle

put everything we have in the middle
just like in that game
back in the day
show what you have
hiding away in your pockets
no matter what happens days

you can always just remember
what it was like
crammed into that car
with all those minds
wasting away to something i can never have
that huge deep breath squeezing through the speakers

the stream was so close and outside
was so strange
although we laughed we were scared
we felt safely safeless in our youth
in the garages of our parents
knowing one day we would be set free

now we have become what we have become
with all this behind us
stroking our memory
feeling that breath
smiling so hard
being in between and on the other side at the same time...
....
...
..
.

as above so below

cramped inside where the understanding soaks
all the cakes untidy in a row
cutting it out from above
letting it fall from below
right into
our mouths

tell us the story of the traveller
tell the story of his son
tell the strangers eyes apart
tell everyone

our mouths fall from below
cut out from right into
what was above
rows of cakes soaking
untidily cramped
in understanding

tell us the story...

c'est comme ça

La la la laaaa....

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Ribbons

swirling sideways

suspended then stopped

focus on floating fires breath

smoked out faces living death

lignified in signified eyes
of cameras in disguise

whatever visions cushion sets

placing all your solutions best

features on display for brains

tracing outlines in the air

compare compassionate heir

to the ones who long to stare

starstuff

buried in two...

and seperated at birth

decomposed

into fiery incomplete

nothings

before heat gave into the core

and they orbited

each other

around and around

no-one was there

to take photos

or images

or video

no-one was

just this globulous mass of everything

we know today

that's all in front of us

everything you see

is starstuff.

don't ever forget

where you came from....

here comes your man (sing with your mouth wide open)

you never wait so....loooooong....

Under

unedited life promise

unbolted before our eyes

compromises untied underneath

underwhelming undergarment skies

unappreciated beings

from unadoptable orphanges

underestimate their unmothers

and unfathers and unothers

and unsadness
unthinking they would be

so double plus ungood.

unschooled and unshackled

and unscrupulous

unsealed documents behave untaught

untangle the words unthinkingly

and rebehave unwisely.

sonnet 50

Dedicated to the point of return.

There was never ever, every body,

cloudy dusty antibodies, trying

to make everything all right in the world.

How seriously the social skin burned

when there was always one hundred bodies.

Smelly sardines just sitting there fitting

into open cans, lids so tightly curled.

The odors slightly in the air did churn.

Neighbours, parents, children, everybody

turning their noses toward the sky, smelling

all the better air way up there unfurled.

If you accept the sadness all around

getting off the ground is easier found.

inDirection (in haiku series)

elevate instance

upward into tall high fields

of mindful whispers

push down decision

deeper far in some rich ground

let raw slowly grow

up is wherever

slow down is now anywhere

indifference blooming