Breaking Patterns

Life is wise it brings the same shadow into your life. All the sudden you are involved with the shadow of the past. You get a glimpse of what it was, the same shadow in the past with a different body in the now. When the shadow leaves you sooner better than later you should not be sad it should be a relief. For you no longer need to be there. You outgrown the situation. No more smokes and mirror to make the illusion real. Only the rough edge reality of life. No pink stage only raw reality. No covers only nakedness of the soul. The glow will make the shadow run for she can't be in front of the light nomore. The shadow will follow you that's what she does. You decide where you stand with your back against the light looking at the shadow or walking towards the light leaving the shadow behind. The dark trail you already done, brake the patterns and it will never be the sane. Breaking patterns is a truth or dare game. You speak the truth and dare to not walk the same again. The trail is short, but It always feels long. Enjoy the ride with the people that surround you for the finality for all of us is the same. The decaying body is the same for all of us. Death is the universal truth.

The woods

Darkness is not dark enough to explain that night. You could not see your hand in front of your face, only the glow of her hour glass back projected by a headlight. The dog was our guide. To us it was an enternity, time has a way of passing fast when you can't see the light. The beast disappear in the woods like a phantom. As we walk all we here is the grass being ruffled by the beast steps ahead. Looking into the canopy all i see is stars for there is no moon, only the woods. The glimpse of light come out of her smile. To run into her lips makes everything glow clearer. Her head in your lap as your hands trail her head down to her body. Both waiting for the sun to come along. The hopeless romantic shows his face again, looking to create castles in the sky. Trailing her contour making the land based on her body. To wake and see the sun come out of her lips. You no longer know what time it is. You don't need to, you are here and you are now. You know his early death is near, for you can't create castles in the sky nor see the sun come out of her lips.

The night of the god of wine

The night of the god of wine. His hand gripping my senses. My tongue getting lose in the word, spreading my truth to the thirsty ears. Breaking down the walls of society. To mix the minds and spreading the dream of freedom. To ride on the horseless wagon taking the road to the dawn. The gripping of the drunken lips separate to give space to the end of a senseless night. The giggles of unexpected plans can take you to a trip. Trips are broken with the sudden hit of reality.

Lustful Rash

My skin burns with the intensity of a sting. I can't help it, it comes from inside and wraps my whole body into a knot. As much as I touch myself in a desperate attempt to bring peace to my skin I can't, when a war is happening inside me. The snake that lives inside of my lower back starts to move. Softly with a pulse. To look into her is to lose myself. As I get hipnotized by her sensual dance the lustful rash goes through my whole skin. Expression is hold for the one that can charm her. Through the trail I walk for the one. To find, not one can tame her. She viciously devours her dinner and goes to rest in her inner coner. Pulsing, waiting for the one that is waiting.