Saturday, December 27, 2008

the monk of budddha....sun flower field and hunger of skin

Life ....in all its celebrating self.....calls me ....into
the sun flower field...... where i become the saffron robe...........of the monk...
im all in shambles... till the gentle hands of the monk...adjusts me... corrects me..
or
i think so...

and....then u call me.......
im hungry...... i feel it... in my skin.....like the life

life ...hidden in the tears of the petals....that look to the sun ....as though
its not the warmth ...that they miss...its the desire ... i need to be burnt... so i gaze
as the sun moves........till he sets...his foot......
on the same sand .... of time.... where we fought like kids..... and made love....

where i stood still and so was time..........

i dont need things anymore..........i burn in their desire.........i dont yearn for them.......if u see my eyes.......
they are red.......
flushed...
and hot........

Monday, December 08, 2008

O'bebe

My love .......
do i need to tell u ............I love you ...
Do i need to tell u that I live only for u......

No.... i wont ..... i cant ...for I love u....
ur eyes ..... seek me... amongst the milion strange lights ... million moments ...m
and the million lives u live ........ not knowin that u live only for me and love me

like the aroma of the fresh coffee bean ......my soul is freed as the tongues of fire engulf it
desire they say ...... is fire ...... in me its grown into a tree....

in ur dreams that tree seems like a flower... like a seed that has broken the promise
to the earth .....
oh my babe u know ..... now ... that I m no honest bloke.....but my love ...
its u who drove me crazy......
its you ..who is the life all around to me..

my love .... do i need to tell u that i love you

yes i do .........

O'bebe .........