Waves from the Ocean break and collapse on our shore,

Like waves in our brain collapse into now.

A Now we share.

One day, your wave will break against the shore of Eternity,

And the echo of that wave  –  may reach someone else's Now tomorrow.

Try your best to make it worth while surfing.

My heart said: enough is enough. I will burst if you don’t stop.
My chest opened up and stars shined through.
And I read on the opposite wall:
”You fool! Love does not know ‘enough’, and you don’t know what’s up!”

Her eyes beamed light into my darkest corners.

With a laugh she wiped away the dust.

To me – she was

bright

as the last ray of light in the universe.

Is the smile of Death a little bit too much of a grinning?

His wild theft of time maybe not so winning?

Then, remember: In Eternity you and he will become twinning’s,

So, you just smile back to him and say: I am not finished yet with my sinning’s.

My heart beats a little waiting, a little wondering - well, you could probably say "worried" if you were inclined that way.

Now, I am not "inclined", I am still floating in God's great symphony, the one we here on earth call the universe. And therefore, dear friend, my heartbeat sounds in a Cathedral God and I share. Whoever moves out first gets the future expelled.

My body is the vessel that my mind sails into the ocean of consciousness.

In the tranqulity of night, the evading horizon, ” the eye of the ocean,” mirrors the universe.

And the pupil of my eye is then a gate between worlds - and yes! there are glittering in the shadows.

The warm morning rain encompasses my soul, like my lover's long hair and the first swell let me dwell to her soft busom.

And the first ray of the morning sun is like her smile, that makes me believe that I will live forever.

Eventually the horizon will be reached and the difference between now and then will take away my grip on the rudder, as the water smooths my wake.

My hungry eyes see the tide go out.

Sails catching the wind to the horizon.

Seagulls laughing.

Black mud around me.

Watch your step.

On the white skin of my drum:

The Milky way

My fingertips create gravitational ripples.

Only the glow remains.
Remnants of my old soul, still hovers,
In the cool crispy night,

Bittersweet. 

My bird Fenix comfortably elevates to your smiling lips.

And as I fall backward: endlessly – in your forceful kiss, falling inside my Cathedral, immensely high – I feel my wings grow out of your love.

Shadows of old age makes him frozen and dark.
Wind of youthful wisdom, please ignite his spark!
When you pass his ravished lands with an amused smile, please let him trust his hands, at least for a while.

The moment the light goes out in my soul

I will be nowhere and everywhere.

I will even be outside the universe in the sumptuous mother bed of eternity.

There I will revel in all the things I missed when I was alive.

Is this just a test,
before the eternal rest?
A simple theft,
a robbery of my ultimate quest?

I asked: sensing in my mind that the universe is immensely larger than I can understand.

 
But I can still hear the distant music, these last days of mine, and I know in my heart, that an orgasm are all the loudspeakers of all music from all the worlds!

Old memories pass by like colourful leaf’s

Whirling in and out of my soul.

Vanishes from the cold street like frozen seeds.

That maybe could have been growing?

When I walk around a late October afternoon.

In my old town where I used to live.

My guts remember and chase me from

Restroom to bookshop to a cup of tea.

And I ask myself: what did you think that you would see?

The wind is blowing.

My inner self desperately wants relief.
Should I harness it with my ”true” belief?
Or should I let my wolf eat the sheep?

What parts should we eat? If you would care to join me?

Should we eat the heart before it gets too brave?

Should we feast on the mind before it wanders away?

Should we put our teeth’s in the hope?

Never mind, it’s already astray!

When only the remnants are there to be, what do we do with our selves, you and me?

Do we use the sheep’s fur for cover when we flee?

Is that why the number of wolves is growing? I wonder if you agree?

If I show you my true colours,

will you paint the picture,

that I am trying to hide?

I am so tired of being me
I cried, not seeing that the
Cup of Gethsemane is there to be.

You’ve got training in Semtex and 7,62
But are still claiming it’s not up to you.
If your life’s totem is that tall,
Why are you not willing to risk it all?

You could give tears of joy, like pearls in heaven, to children hugging their father.

You could give boy and girl a chance to kiss, forgetting the nagging alarm of armer.

If you were not too old!

But would you really be that bold?
I only know that I wish that my tears where bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets and more bullets!

The road will never end,
nor the quest for what’s around the next bend.
That quest, will echo from wall to tree,

until Gods eye will see

what’s encompass eternity.
The road will never end my friend.

I wish that my fulfilment of you, made my mind blank as a blackboard after a summer vacation.

I wish my mind was left alone in this emptiness, where the possibility of you was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

I wish that you let me be borne again from this empty void, coming into your world.

I wish that I was fresh and promising as the dawn in a big city after nights rain and with the smell of freshly baked bread in the air.

I wish I could see me in you in the asphalts wet mirror.

I wish.

If consciousness keeps on growing in our universe- the vassal Kingdom to the Queendom of Eternity - then, maybe, one day, God will exist.

If I had a daughter, I wish she was like you.

Fresh as cristal water, shining heavens blue.

If her eyes gets frozen, not gleaming through,

I’ll lend her my heart and tease her a - peek a boo.

Until nothing stops her, from what she wants to do.

If I had a daughter, I wish she was like you.

If I was a masochist, I would love to be tortured by your smile.