You have closed your eyes, and never again will a word pass your lips.Your breath has left this body, dissolving you into invisibility. It seems like the end of the story, the final destination.But it is not a return home – no one ever left.It was always, and still is. Tears and mourning around you,… Continue reading Afterdeath
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How did I get there
I don’t know how I got thereIt seems like I didBut did I really?My memory is a storyNowAnd was it ever not one?Can the protagonist of this storyof any storybe anything other than a fictional character?Playing out conditioning How can you know that I am realWhen we live in each other’s imaginationSeemingly intertwined through perception… Continue reading How did I get there
Tomb Diver
Life, meeting its fragmentationMeeting its unificationMeeting itselfWaiting for itself Being this immediate shape-shifting Looks like being bornAnd growingSometimes ThrivingSometimes BloomingSometimes CripplingWiltingDecayingDying LifeSometimes a mother who nurtures,then one that starves you,a father, that one time protects, another time abandons you Cries of lust and terrorSighs of pleasure and despair Life birthing death, death embracing life A… Continue reading Tomb Diver
Memory and Hope
You look back to yesterdayWith a bittersweet melancholyYour name emerged thereAnd mother and father and brother and sisterThe childLove and hatePerspective and visionSurviving as hopeInto today and tomorrowAs these dreamscapes A sadness appearing, about what seems to have goneForever? The same place in the dreamscapeis the torture chamber of abandonment and abuseLoss and failureA graveyard… Continue reading Memory and Hope
Just be (better)
Sometimes I wonderIf I just have to endure itThat, what temporarily appears unbearable, hopelessAnd that the idea, any other way could be betterIs just an illusion And sometimes I’d just like to escape, run away, disappear From what appears,Be it called memory, emotion, realityYou, me, the other, the worldThisWhat is I want it better Thirsty… Continue reading Just be (better)
No-one knows
There is a phantomCalled no-oneI am thisNo-oneknowsAnything and nothingCan be known
Uncharted
Gazing into at out ofThisIt islostAlreadyI amLostIn thisSeems like depthSeems like a patternBut it has no coordinatesNo lines, no edgesRecognizing the unknownNothing moreIt cannotgraspBeGraspedBecome Is it?
Defeat me
It is dark in your cave,Your breath is shallowYou don’t allow yourself this alivenessRaw, fragile, vulnerable and unfilteredYou try to separate yourselfInto imaginary purposeTo give this some meaningAnd a dream that has to be fulfilled but it’s futile The lies of the selfThat you believeThat seem to make the pain more bearable They are also… Continue reading Defeat me
Maculate
The silence is deceptive,You think you are there now,You got itYou have made your homeAnd the ground appears secure Time seems to have halted,Conserving this illusion of permanenceNowYour determination and intention are your currencyYou did the workYou paid the bills There has to be equilibrium You lean back and look into the futureFor the first… Continue reading Maculate
Longing
Longing will lead youTo your deepest desiresAnd darkest nightmaresMove you through a worldThat doesn’t existBut it’s so vivid Whenever you are closeThink you are thereFinallyYou got itThis is itNowIt will break youAgainAnd againAnd again When your hand reaches out to graspThis treasureAnd take itHomeIt reaches into nothingTo graspTo holdTo get Trying to take the stars… Continue reading Longing