Monthly Archives: February 2009

I lie in front of the electric womb,
staring at it,
as if there is an umbilical cord of radiating light
wrapped around my stomach like a glowing snake
clinging to my navel with its fangs,
feeding me bubbling images of light
like venom, poison nourishment.
My knees pressed up towards my chest,
my fading hypnotized eyes
looking at the flashing snake skin,
seeing moving pictures
dancing on its rainbow scales.
I hope the womb would become
pregnant with death,
pregnant with death,
I press the button,
an explosion of blackness, darkness,
turning off the TV
I laugh,
sometimes life is not what you think it is.

My soul is your blanket,
wrap it around your body,
it will protect you from
life’s cold rains.
It will protect you from the frigid winds
that make you shiver.

My soul is your blanket
hold it close to your heart
and feel its warmth,
feel its warmth
guard you from any storm.

My soul is your blanket,
look closely at it,
each thread is a star,
all the stars in the heavens
were sewn together,
one by one,
to make my soul,
spread the blanket out,
see it shine like a lake of diamonds,
wrap yourself in the blanket,
let that lake cradle you like a glittering womb.
Through my soul the stars were made to embrace you.
I have no other purpose.
No other purpose but to bring each star in the heavens
as a gift for such a beautiful person.
I have no other purpose.

When all ends,
our hands will be clenched together.

When all ends
our hands will be clenched together.
Even if they build the wall of time between us,
each brick a clock, which ticks louder than a mother’s scream….
On one side I remain the eternal prisoner of darkness and night,
on the other side you remain the eternal prisoner of day and light.
Even when all ends
my fist shall pierce the wall,
our two worlds will mix into a collage of life
for they can not survive too long without each other,
the sun is what allows the moon.
My fist shall pierce that wall, which sounds like a million alarms going off,
and our hands shall clench each other
like the impatient lips of two lover reunited after one thousand and one lonely nights.

When all ends
our hands will be clenched together.
Together,
like day and night we need each other to survive.
Together,
we can break all the rules and systems,
even those, which seem as permanent as time itself.

Together.

You hold the scope
and have the power to shift your view
to places with beauty and warmth.
You hold the scope
and some see crystal, diamonds, and laughter.
Others taste fog, smoke, and tears.

You hold the scope
and have the power to shift your view
to places with beauty and warmth.

However, whatever you do,
you will have to step down
from the scope….
The child who is pulling on your arm
deserves the chance to experience the scope,
but beware of the view you give that child
because even when you step down
the view will stand,
relentlessly.

You hold the scope
and have the power to shift your view
to places with beauty and warmth….