Did I miss any of your letters

Or was it just the time 

That shook off the days

Printed on my calendar papers

I can’t tell

I remember the spark

Which commenced from your fingertips

As they rested on my face

By the time 

Our lips enlisted for a journey

This noise keeps hanging around

Destroying everything we stood for

Our shadows keep stalking their prey

Which now wanders around 

Neglected by a kiss

And I don’t even care anymore


Challenger part 3

Build me a woman

With worn leather jackets

And black rolled up trousers

Therefore my nightmares

Become a blessing

A woman who dances away

The unpleasant reality

And curses

When she laughs

As we stare upon the dead shores

All this

So I can relate

To my kind of desire

Of some unrelenting pleasures

Forbidden to pronounce

Inside the glass cage

We both fear

To exit


I sense a sensation

Which is drifting me away

From these daily misfortunes

I see a girl pulling the strings

Attached to my sinking boat

With my body floating in it




The beauty of her armpits

As she flies over the daily firestorm

We all try to understand

But hopelessly fail to

As she waves her hair in our direction

And engages our defences

With the nakedness

Of her oh so admireable neck

And where we loose the fight

Against the thunder

Centering our flaws


Baby allow me to enter your kingdom

disorder’s corridor

Crawling out of the cursed forest

Where I once said

Never to roam again

With stretched arms

And a bad mood

I reach out

For the desolated corner

Of disorder’s exit route

I look back

And wonder

What held me back

For so long

Was it the necessity

Of pleasure

Who knows

Shores of laughter

A black day
Goes hand in hand
With the blue night
Of forgotten times
Whispering and crawling
Through the branches
Of contraband emotions
Without a trail of absence
They forgive
What destroyed them
Those have been learning
On their mountain’s statue
About a sun rising in the north
Ramming and blistering away
At the edge of the horizon
When the mists
Of the unforgiving dawn
Strikes a bullet
Through the book
Of the unwritten
And they curse
And they kick
And they scream
And they laugh
And they brace themselves
For the rocks
Destroying the bow
Of their desperate ship
Sailing into a storm
When that sun
Hits it’s sunbeams
On the thunderclouds
And good old Zeus
Gets blinded
He’ll have lost its power
And the black day
And the blue night
Will find a gate
Which will eventually
Donate them peace
To unload their contrabands
On the shores of your laughter

The boat was called

Challenger part 2

Drops of the hunted are falling.
I hear them splashing as they hit the ground.
Their laughter reminds me of you.
Now a white noise is covering up their blood,
As I walk by.

I was there too once,

But now I just witness.

Challenger part 1

Like the bacteria we are,
I am drifting inside a sphere,
Filled with unnecessary sensations.
The way out is covered with blank pages,
Which are hunting for a pencil
To disintegrate the emptiness.

I used to take my steps outside this cursed circle,
But my conscious keeps filling up the spot
It has reserved for me,
As a human being,
Until I fall asleep
And the clown no longer laughs
With the joke of the jester.

Now, the clouds are breaking upon our victory
And we seek out some secret desires,
With a certain pride.
My back is slowly healing
From the fall
I witnessed while climbing our mountain.
My steps no longer hurt,
As I walk alongside our devastated frontier.
Our devastated frontier.

We were the challenger.

The Unworthy

The blurriness
Of today’s melancholy
Gets to see a last glimpse
Of my bliss
Washed away with the tsunami
Of my own monstrosity
Called unrelenting relief
That sickness has left
The reborn host
And crawls back to the whole
Where it was once found
With ignorance
Of how big the beast was
Without even showing
It’s thorn teeth
And blistered claws
You can still see
The blood of the unknown
Out of the hungering mouth
She kept hidden
For so long
And left me
With a black curtain
around my neck
But I’d take away the virginity
Of their defeat
With a laughter so sharp
Even the guardian would hear
And accept
Cuz the arrogance
They serve
Kills every fucking tear
Of compassion
That once dripped out of that hole
Located on the left chest
Which healed

When the thunder hit
The cursed lighthouse
And the broken
Stopped loving
The unworthy