We all die and nothing matters:
there’s no morning to begin
a brand new day to strive for better,
to rise above,
or stay within.

We all live, but does it matter?
Down in tears,
high on pride.
Now the former, then the latter:
playing ping-pong with both sides.

We all dream and long, and suffer
in the pursuit of a cause
that will make our “What for” matter,
but it doesn’t.
Just because.

June, July, and August.
Summer starry night.
Feeling young and robust.
Long and happy life.

We all want the honey,
but not to deal with bees.
Chasing love and money
without a sense of ease.

Enchanted by the title,
but blind for what’s behind.
To win the prize it’s vital
to know it has its price.

June, July, and August.
The sunny days of life.
We often choose to focus
only on one side.

There was something in you that I couldn’t conquer.
There was something in me that you couldn’t tame.
We got burned and reborn.
Now in loveless bunkers,
we are free from the pain,
but so out of the game.

There was something in me that you couldn’t release.
There was something in you that I wanted for life.
We merged heaven and hell with devotion and ease …
Now we’re grounded, at peace…
Neither dead nor alive.

There was something between us beyond life on Earth.
There was thrill and destruction…
I was you. You were I.
We belong to each other beyond death and rebirth.
We will travel through time.
Love is larger than life.

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. Jack Gilbert

I’ve met defeat.
I know its taste.
It blew out malice in my face.
It mocked my efforts, gone to waste.
I know the burning of disgrace.

I know the shivers of the loss.
It stabbed my ribs.
It shrunk my soul.
I know the burden of the cross.
I leapt to win and lost it all.

I stood by winners out of place.
“The silver medal is a test”,
I thought to myself to erase
the heavy feeling in my chest.

Then, suddenly it crossed my mind -
the sober insight of defeat.
Both loss and triumph are divine.
It’s worth them both in life to meet.

From the ashes of your dreams,
from the bottom of the low,
from rejection to relief…
Find your sun
and know its glow!

You have calm to rule the storm.
You have spirit!
Breathe in life
into the void in a brand new form.
Start the fire!
Be the light!

Then aspire to create
from the rupture of your heart,
from your core,
your depth,
your fate
little spark to play your part!

From rejection to rebirth
it’s on you.
You call the shots!
You were born on planet Earth
for a reason.
Own your spot!

Love’s guided by the truth
among all earthly yearnings,
despite our need to soothe
the painful sense of burning.

Perhaps tonight I’ll pass by
all dressed up in temptation
cat-walking on the thin line
of your imagination.

Perhaps you’ll see at last
beyond the veil of caution
that every time I pass
you’re holding back emotions.

I’m daring you to come down.
Desert the throne of wisdom.
I see your inner meltdown
and find it strangely handsome.

My smile is a confession:
you light a blaze inside me.
I summon with discretion
my sanity to guide me.

You and I in Golden ratio,
as Albert Einstein valued once
the feeling of utter amazement,
when people are taking the chance

to find out the number of something.
Two atoms in a holy collision.
If life is a matter of dancing,
then love’s the initial decision.

You and I in a division by zero -
an error in cosmic realms.
We are either two fools or two heroes,
recklessly manning the helm.

But what is the point to accept
the limits created by others?
It takes many errors to get
the answer that finally matters.

You and I are irrational numbers.
Our patterns remain undefined.
Our love is of lightning and thunder.
Our home is the vast open sky.

I wanted you to have me
as the love inside your heart.
No, you didn’t.

You found plenty
comfy ways to keep me far…

On the sidelines, easy, handy…
As a lover, as a star…

Now let me be a scar.

My soul is talking to your soul.
The spoken words don’t matter.
Until it hurts we got to know
each other in what happened.

You live in my heart’s sacred place,
despite the sadness that I miss you.
My eyes are falling on your face
and from afar I kiss you.

Away from you, I love you still.
I send my love with no condition.
In time and space, our souls will swirl
in search for oneness as a mission.

But souls don’t part or separate.
They all are one somewhere above.
I love you more than we can take
right now, but there is higher love!

The weddings of the others.
Their sugar-coated dreams.
The happiness that shatters
down there deep within.

The pics of us together.
The songs of teenage past.
The changes in the weather.
The thought that nothing lasts.

The feeling of delusion.
This state of being lost.
My self-doubt and confusion
of what I am supposed

to be and to become.
The penetrating questions.
My brain just slowly numbs
my heart with dull suggestions.

All reasoning and science,
denying the unknown.
I am sad of all the biased
but eager to perform.

The cautious plans and forecasts.
All human nature’s flaws.
I am sad to know the contrasts -
the symptoms and the cause.

I am sad. I am sad. I am tired.
I need to know what’s true.
This sadness lights my fire.
It purifies my view.

It’s somehow sad when seasons change.
The break of dawn defeats the gloom.
Each sunbeam feels like small revenge
for summer nights just gone too soon.

It’s always odd when seasons change.
The leaves are gone, but there’s no snow.
The whole life’s trapped in this dusk stage
of holding on and letting go.

But there is a thrill when seasons change
and oxygen feels like morphine.
The white is pierced by the range
of all the shades of pure green.

Oh, thank you, God, that seasons change
for changes keep us off the hook.
Sometimes we need to turn the page,
sometimes we need a brand-new book.

I learn to live with open questions,
with peaceful steps to the unknown.
I learn to give up my suggestions
on how the world should have gone.

I learn to love what life has brought,
to take my chances as they come.
Success may find me or may not,
but either way, I won’t feel down.

I learn to live with no concern
about what happens in my life.
Whatever’s to be learnt I’ll learn.
The rest belongs to the afterlife.

Even though my heart collapsed so badly broken,
even though the distance turned out to be so fierce,
I do not want to leave my words for you unspoken,
so here are they all: I still love you, dear.

Even though my lips may never taste your kissing,
even though our paths may never cross again,
in my sleepless nights, it’s you that I’m still missing,
praying that you’re better and never feel this pain.

Even though this letter may sound like a Goodbye,
it’s only a confession, perhaps my only way
to wish you a Happy birthday, so take it as a Hi.
Be blessed my dear lover and celebrate your day!

At the moment when I tremble
that you’re here or you’re not;
and my mind begins to gamble
should I stay or should I not…

It’s the moment when the feeling
of indulgence just prevails
for there’s something still appealing
yet for me to be unveiled:

how your fingers play with grace
all the strings of my existence;
how they know and wield the place
of my desires. No resistance!

At the moment when you tremble:
am I there, am I not —
it’s the moment you can’t handle
your deep longing for my love.

And regardless if we are strong,
we are fated to be helpless.
That’s the power to belong
to the Master of all senses –
stubborn, tricky, destined LOVE.

I’m not an alluring desire
that crosses your mind at midnight.
I’m not an exotic attire
to tedious everyday life.

I’m not a meteoric comet
that passes tonight through your sky.
My brightness is not for a moment.
I’m not a beach flirt in July.

I’m not some lunatic devotion.
I’m not some chimerical art.
If I have provoked some emotions,
it’s too late to fool your own heart.

It could be infinite and steady
as a skyline, a sea wave, a star…
If you try to neglect it already,
it’s you against you in this war.

What I bestow is permanent glee.
What I grant is defeat in your strife.
All the genuine blessings are free.
Would you let me bring life to your life?