Don't talk to me about fear. I could see danger coming miles ahead. You reek of it, and it turns me on. I rode straight into the eye of the storm, no helmet, no glasses, no shirt, straight ahead as fast as the engine would go. I did it because I thought it was worthy. I did it because you were there. I did it because I could never forgive myself if I didn't. Because it was you there.

Who said love and fear can't live together?

Lost Traveler

As I wandered through the trees and the dancing lilies
I got a glimpse of what appeared to me a woman;
forward moved my feet, enchanted by the vision
and the trees grew tall and the darkness darker
and all the ground of the shire began to shake
as the night spread deep into the forest's soul

Alas, the chanting reached my soul
as soft as the whisper of the lilies
and the whole of me was shaken
as from the trees she emerged: the woman
as pale as death and with hair darker
than man was ever allowed vision

Indeed as gazing I fairly envisioned
her lips a blossom, her eyes a soul
behind a mist, an ancient pool of clear darkness;
and threaded with her locks I could see – and lord, even savor – white lilies
that glimmered like her skin under the red moon; the woman
reached towards me with a hand of shaken

winter, and caught my own hands shaking
and her proximity made me shiver and her vision
falter as I followed her through the forest. Several women
awaited by a fire chanting and as she glided my soul
startled came to dancing to the rhythm of the lilies
singing a song as old as darkness

and as I watched the music darkened
the forest gasping, the wind shaking
I was driven to the lady of the lilies
standing before the flames, her face a vision
bathed in red as if the fire stirred from her very soul
and as sudden as a dream a circle of women

around me was formed, dancing like nymphs until the woman
revealed her eyes to the sky. As they revered her dark
gleaming red gaze, I felt her eyes cutting inside, gripping my soul
each finger clutching deep until I fell shaking
to the ground. Her eyes nailed to my body, a devilish vision
which blinded me helpless; and the perfume of lilies

engulfed me as I shook at the feet of the woman
her eyes of blood a vision of everlasting darkness
which hung above the burning lilies as the witch fed on my soul.

it fell
among the trees

among the crumbling leaves

of this summer

that is leaving

and just starting

time fell

faces fell

leaves fell

even the sky

I looked around and couldn't find you

I guess you just faded away

or turned into a cloud the wind blew far from here while I lay.

He watched her jump from one rock to the next, swiftly, almost bouncing, almost levitating. Tiny dancer. She was the kind of girl you meet under a summer breeze and lose yourself into. He knew she was the kind of girl who would cross the globe just to see you again, but would never let you be the reason she gives up her dreams. He knew she was the kind of girl who'd say goodbye at the airport and hope you'd go buy a ticket out of pure impulse, cause she would never, but she likes to think people would do that.
He knew. This was the kind of girl you either followed into the world or let go and watch her fly. He took another drag from his cigarrette and smiled as she beamed from the highest rock around. That kind of girl.

Sweet Chariot (The kid up in the clouds)

Something clicked
I heard it
coming from the core
like an ancient wind
blowing in my ear
subtle
yet clear like your eyes
so far, so old, so pale
a kid in the distance
a sleeping memory on my back
you stand by me now
I play for you now
I saw it in the way my hands moved
a glimpse of you in those bulging veins
in those lingering sounds
in those heavy basses
you rest on them
you sway
and I know
I somehow got you in the end

Not a single thread of hair will move
not a single destination will be reached
not one of this multiplicity of choices will be made
in the name of my passion
It will remain unseen, untamed, unforgiving
this little game I play
this little dance next to the jaws
that open wide down the gutter
and will always wait
but never engulf me
for it is only I who owns the key
that sets the music box in motion.
You can shout.
You can wear out your pipes
and tear apart your limbs.
You can feed your tears to the dogs
that howl this night of broken moon,
you can spread your fears and let them move about you
a sickening parade of your very darkest -your most fragile
your most guarded - your most evident
You can run, but you can't hide.
The sound of this piece shall follow you
until the light is right
and the evening's set
and once again, I shall perform for you
one last time
before you jump.

I'm falling
I can feel the ground beneath me crunch
give way
as if the weight in my chest was heavier than the sky

it's probably just the feeling
of losing something important
of missing your queue
of not knowing exactly what's so special
to make your trembling hands cold with sadness
your fleeting smile chained to the darkness
of a lonesome nostalgic night

where stars aren't allowed to shine as bright
your watery eyes are the only stars tonight
while the image of a soaring plane pierces through

your heart like a voodoo doll
bleeds in the corner

This is one of those times when coincidence, faith, design, free will, and whatever other pattern of happenings built into a theory of life are just mashed up all together into a single unique event of wonderful possibility. This is, in fact, perfection according to any of them. As by chance, by change, by utter determination, I've been led to you by a series of happy coincidences and situations, I've led myself to you by absolute resolution, by the choices I took a long time to make and which have begun to carve the shape of my being, little by little, nick by nick. It feels as if the universe had reached a consensus on us meeting and decided to push from all flanks, till we bumped into each other, rather confused and wary of the suspicious machinery which seemed to be operating already, in really strange, even inconvenient conditions and times. Oh, The Time. The Time clearly doesn't agree. Seems he was left out of the conversation when the rest of the factors planned it. And he decided to plot against. What a terrible guy to be your enemy!

Maybe it's not the best way to put it
but there's something in you
that brings me out like an open
present or a child or a woman
there's a certain presence that makes
the air shatter between us
and it's all good
and it's all nowhere and here
and music

There's Vienna in your eyes
there's quiet in my mind
there's this scent of fallen leaves
feels like rain'll come any time
the freezing, freeing, feeling rain
that washes away pretences and games
that carries the weight of centuries
and breaks every wall still standing

there's a storm a-coming
the sound, the fury, the gaze, the grace
will all fall down and be washed away.

I find I cannot deal with the unearthyness
of knowing there's you walking through the world
and I, here, not doing anything about it.
Only one more of those things that just ain't gonna happen.

I've got this weird weird feeling
that something bad has to happen
before I can reach you

Emma & Oliver - Pieces I

Emma watched Oliver play the guitar, completely absorted from her gaze or anything around. She, too, was completely absorted. A rush of self-conciousness fell on her and she checked her surroundings, only to discover that nobody had seen it. They were alone. The rush turned into embarrasment and she tried to hide it looking away, as if he'd noticed anything. Right at that moment, he turned to her with something on his mind, something she would never know because her expression made him forget everything about it.
"What is it?" he asked, worried.
Her eyes widened as the shock of being discovered by the worst possible person spread through her body. "N-Nothing, nevermind"
Oliver looked anything but convinced and she managed to smile with the hope of putting his mind at ease and this matter in the dustbin. Oliver resumed his playing as Emma took a secret deep breath trying to make her heart stop thumping so hard. She wondered whether she'd be able to control herself in front of other people. She clung to her secret as a hungry dog to its bone. Nobody would ever be able to tell what she was hiding behind the curtain of her eyes. And with that, she began to sing to Oliver's tune.

And now,
as we set ourselves towards the edge
hanging out limb by limb
just to give them all a try,
I give your eyes a kiss
with the palm of my hand
I guide you
to the end and back again

And in the in between, in that shady place that we call normal, we bargain our souls. We defend their ways; we prosecute their ways; we chase them, we call them names and bury their faces so that we can hum ourselves to sleep with denial as our mantra. We push them and stretch them and cut them to fit at every single turn. And as they gasp and struggle, we strangle them, we rape them. We put them to rot in a darkened room deep down in the landscape of our minds and proceed with the circus. The thing is, it's all about how well you bargain and how good a show you put on.

and if i could announce the rain that's coming from the center of your smile
then life would be as easy as pie
and as tasty too

Slowly
timidly
going back
just like the child who's left
and comes back
with her head down
and an apology written all over her gaze.
Just a little detour
and you'll be ready to go.
Keep pushing and it'll all start running.
Before you know it you'll feel
the flow
the thrill
the peace
again.

I think
I heard a noise coming out
of that dark spot in your eyes
Maybe it was the night talking back at me
maybe it was just a matter of perspective.

Looking closer
no flower is a simple mundane thing
just a little world
built up in the domains
of a long burning candle
the ancient fire that births it all

I sit and stare at you
as if trying to read your thoughts
but why should I want
to unravel such a delicious mistery?
Only through the unpronounced
can we tell this night of broken leaves
and orange lamp lights

Behold the land ripped open before you, with the new ancient eyes of those who have lived a thousand lives and yet again are surprised, since any wonder is a wonder, now and forever changing and the same, like pieces of the universe itself.
Behold those hands stretched out in front of you, for they are yours and everyone else's and they have been to many places and held the water of every river and every cristalized lake.
Behold your spirit running wild across the fields, behold its light and its darkness and everything in between. Let it drip slowly, steadily as every particle becomes dust and joins the wind in that hidden simphony long searched for. Reach out, then, and feel the tips of your fingers tingles as you graze the edges of the world.