Finally some peace and quiet,
no more silent whispers in the night.
Finally he may have learned,
how to behave himself quite right.
Does that mean that the Devil’s bidding
is finished and done?
Does that mean that the ceaseless heartache and longing
is finally gone?
Alas, he walks …

If only it were easier to keep you off my mind.
In response to silence to reciprocate in kind.
It is true that there are plenty of other fish in the sea,
So what accounts then for this ceaseless heartache and longing in me?

I must be a truly troubled …

Does Lady Luck have a name?
I bet so, though I have my doubt..
Therefore I choose to keep on gambling,
to fuck around until I find it out.

For all is fair in love and war
and blackjack and poker.
By day I am a Jack of all trades …

oh silent devil, cometh 4AM,
the hour of thy jubilation.
I conjure thee, yet thou commandeth me
with thy whispers sweet and easy..
oh how thou teasy me with thy profane temptation..
the way thou tantalize me..
nearly makes me choke on my anticipation.
blind love indeed bestows upon its …

I guess I’ll never find out…
or I’ll find out tomorrow morning.
I can’t know which it is or which is it
until I go to bed and find out,
unless I go to bed and not find out.
until the cat is out of the bag …

love
a divine pleasure
a devilish pain
in equilibrium
upon a weigher’s mind
upon a scale

upon a sight
upon a sound
upon a smell
upon a touch
upon a taste

upon a fulcrum
swinging left and right
upon a kiss
upon a fight

upon a boundary
upon a …

are you the stone that fell into a pond and made a splash?
are you the ripples that formed from the splash?
are you the water through which those ripples propagated?
none of the above.
I am the one who dropped the stone.

My truth is a thorny rose
Living it is my dutiful prose
A self-writing and a self-rewriting
A tale of endless struggle
And of tireless fighting.

It injures me with its ridicule
Then it teases me with its praise
And though it hurts me mercilessly
I keep on loving it …

two forces within you
drive your behavior.
the former would die to love,
the latter would love to die.
which will prevail? neither and both.
they are one. they are the same.
#eros #thanatos

always departing, never arriving.
where am I going? time will tell.
mirrors and smoke, pillars of hope
collapsing around me, I struggle to care…
but I still care enough to keep on struggling,
until the fight within me is finished,
or until it finishes me.