Continuous years

18 May

Time is running out
Imperfect white socks stands alone
Slowly I pick up the morning and glasses
Black and ten years old
For a moment it escapes me
Under sweater and mood
I look confused
And mirrored my hair
As a proces of continuous years


Love is blind

31 Jan

With frost on my lenses
I will follow you blindly

Short the free mind

7 Dec

Blacker my thoughts
given in green genes
blue maimed eyewink
fresh diluted the alcohol
otherwise I was happy
fascinating appeal the conviction
of one who understood me
salt heals wounds not to blame
blame is for pastors
born by myself