I gave them the gift of harming

Next Year

If you happen to hear

That I got punched in the face

Know it's not true

It was in fact my head

That went in first

Into their fist

The Creating Heart

Draw a curtain over the mirror

Make things that weren’t before

you made them

Existence can be such a 

fruitful beautiful experience

A child playing on the seesaw

by himself

forgetting it’s time for lunch

(The shame of throwing food

out because we’re afraid)

Anything that isn’t out is in

Allow yourself to let the

window open a little bit

Every room has lungs

Water might be tasteless

but every air has smell

Even when we can’t make

love we can make music

The only mistakes you

should laugh at are your own

We can’t all do the same thing

That’s why we do them differently

Say the same thing 3

different times in 3 different

                                           ways

pelerine, abtibilde, pokemoni

Unde fugi unde fugi

Visezi ca un rinocer intr-un carusel

ai coaste de titan si te intorci cu fata spre prag

ce te apuca

ai gulerul lat iti atinge sfoara de la gat

da-ti-o jos 

lasa pe maine pacatele astazi ai suflet

pistoalele umplele doar cu apa

daca vrei sa ai parul scurt

taie-l

daca vrei sa il ai lung

nu te du nicaieri

toate vin acum sau mai tarziu

cand iti tai unghiile sa nu uiti ca tot din tine fac parte

si oriunde la arunci sau le pastrezi

tot adn-ul tau il vor tine

pelerine, abtibilde, pokemoni

tot copil esti si cu card de credit

si cu par sub brat

daca nu-ti mai place cartoon network

apuca-te de copaci vezi cat de sus te poti cureci

cu cat mai putin te cateri cu atat mai mult ai de crescut

pune-ti coatele pe masa 

esti doar putin obosit

I really wanna burn some things

I really wanna burn some things

In a blazing fire, I really wanna burn some things

I wanna burn my faults, my fears, my what ifs

Burn all the losing lottery tickets I keep under my pillow

All these single socks, their pointless mystery and expectation

Burn all the receipts of unnecessary impulses

I wanna burn kilograms of steel

I wanna burn the helplessness I felt when help was available

I wanna burn the unconscious envy of my all friends’ success

Burn the T-shirt that I wore for the opportunity that could’ve changed my life

Burn all the cold sores and their week’s parade

I wanna burn the plane ticket for the flight I couldn’t make back home because of the crown germ

Burn the regret of ever leaving there

I wanna burn the leftover racism, sexism, homophobia my beautiful parents passed down unto me

Wanna burn all the uncomfortable conversations we’ve had that could’ve easily be solved if we listened more

Burn half the instincts that still linger with me from my careless teenage years

Burn the strict and anxious adult that I am Monday - Friday from 8 to 3

Wanna burn the callous enemies of my grandmother’s lungs

I wanna burn this year’s calendar

I wanna burn the pretentious scoffs at honest attempts

Wanna burn the resentment index I point at my passport

The unsatisfied looks I give my arms, legs, belly in the mirror

All the missed unreciprocated calls and texts

Burn my favourite shirt so I’m not afraid to stain it anymore

I wanna burn my stubborn workshop nails

I wanna burn the impatient sighs I breathe down on God’s neck

I wanna burn my daily growing cynicism

Burn all the endless jigsaws of injustice

The prejudice against the fortunate ones and their sons

The anger towards all those who don’t know better, feel better, communicate better, research better, trust better, understand better or have not had an opportunity to because of their surroundings, their environment, their parents, their teachers, their community, their circumstances, their library or lack thereof because of the powers that be

I wanna burn Moloch

And once the fire eats all this

I’ll light a candle with it

And keep it until my birthday

So I can blow my wish

Right through it

Text #2

You are a line

not the painting 

the one that binds it all together

there is no reason without thought

passion without breath or 

taking your shoes off with the laces still tied

only some beautiful things just happen

others happen because you keep trying

would it be amazing or boring

if everyone could spin plates on their noses

it won’t make sense until it does

the sunflower, the wave, the kiss 

the line not knowing where it was headed

Infinite Blue

my friend called me today

after I tried to last night

his voice was different

solemn but calm

like a hidden lake

somewhere outside a cave

he called me by my full first name

in the way that one would after not 

seeing someone since adolescence 

and now here they are in the same

retirement home

he said something happened last night

while watching the bearded men sing 

hymns and odes, prayers and chants

he looked above and closed his eyes

and there inside himself he asked

to see the light

waterfalls at the end of the forrest

warmth after an arctic expedition 

air when you reach the surface

freedom of a faultless slave

forgiveness when you wrong

he opened his eyes but

the light wasn’t there

something else did happen

what was thought to be the twinkling of a passing-by plane 

proved to be a star

this star was blinking and each time

it came back it did so

brighter and brighter

then so did another

and another

until seven of these stars

were all growing 

illuminating beacons

through the darkness of the sky

and when he looked back 

at the singing bearded men

that’s when he discovered it

“I saw an Infinite Blue

a Blue so perfect

Endless Blue

unlike any blue my eyes had ever seen 

or imagined before

bottomless ocean halo

immense clear softness

vast perpetual

and I knew then that it didn’t exist in this world

but came from somewhere else

then I felt 

the Joy

lay itself on top of me like a new bedsheet

the release of senses

a Joy more than any thick happiness 

had embellished me before 

stretched stillness, a nameless peace 

that never will I forget”

as I paused he said

“I don’t expect you to understand 

I don’t have the words to make you

the ones I need aren’t here

but they’re out there 

with that Blue”

he called his friend

who was also watching 

the men with beards singing 

to ask if he’d seen the Blue

but the friend hadn’t seen it

he told me this

then spoke of my heart

and of poor and lonely children 

with a truth in his cadence

that some old trees know of

that I felt my own was lacking

or abashed so I spoke little back

he thanked me for what I’d done for him

for the food we ate

the bed we shared 

under the roof I had

and then he said

“maybe one day you’ll find them

when everything will be ready

and tell me about them

like I did you about

Infinite Blue”

after we hung up

I thought about what happened

trying to make sense of it

and thought about my friend

how he was before today

what was in his voice

and when we’ll speak again

now it’s night

there’s no bearded men singing anymore

no recitals or petitions

my eyes are wide open

I’m checking social media

some other friend saw a line of thirty bright dots moving above

a string of satellites

Elon Musk has graced

but nothing blue

another has got his mantra

that never will he tell a soul

with it transcending somewhere 

inside alone under the ceiling and there

he is happy 

with pure colours, candles and visions

and me, I am here

standing in the garden

wearing shoes with no laces

looking at the dark sky

wondering how can I see something

x

April 13th or twelve days after

You are an object of love
Roll your eyes back
Conversations with a drunken father
Like the difference between sparkly and soda
water
Paint your nails your least favourite colour to
get used to death
If we could make love with our phones
How many secrets would it whisper
Waking up one morning being
Effortlessly happy
A boiled egg is as exciting
As the wet dreams of a twelve year old
The blessing of forgetting all your fears
Accepting a mother's Godly love
So unfiltered it would suffocate a bee
Have your coffee however you desire
It's alright to change the rules as you move along
Read the die that fell on the floor
There's no reason not to