human!

I'm not this.. I always become,
unravel sheets after sheets...
Like a violent, passionate drum,
celebrating its jarring beats...

I am not a "human"... I am a process of becoming a "human"...

Photograph from: www.medien-feuerecker.de

not Me... not You

With an eye I saw Me..
I died,
poisoned by your blue tears.

With a blue eye, I saw You...

I died again,
with closed eyes I saw:
not Me... not You

Photographer: Howard Schatz.

non-you

Gottfried Helnwein
The Song I (1981)

Knew not you
Knew not mine

Looking through the grass on which this body fell
Drunk to the sinful senses

He sees you
He sees I

The songs and tears

were I

The Walls

Is it possible to find a match in a donjon?
I came to realize the darkness of my donjon is not of lack of light.
And in the cracks of the stones of my donjon walls I found pleasure. I heard the sound -strange- of once my preys. Pleasure? Need I then light?

In me is Light
In my donjon I am the prey; I am the preyer.

Dangerous!

Like a black panther, I entered,
the secret dark donjon.
With dangerous moves, I freed,
indifferent, passive preys...

Photograph from: www.fox23news.com

entitled?

I couldn't tell
a sapling so old in sorrow
(or/and) a weak tree.

a sapling rooted
in asphalt.
held, and told
to "grow weak"
out of asphalt.

No Title!

On the road I saw,
poor shaped trees.
Crying out loud:
"hypocrites!"

Without its brancehs cutting the sky proud and free...
Tell me please.. what else shall it be?

Manifesto

Two

decided to have a dialogue
in which they can look at life
through words.