Why has it stopped again?
This world
To the sound of sobs?
Even in rest it spins
To the rhythm of bottles.
Empty clanging bottles.
Truth or dare?
Little do they know
They are one and the same.
You or me?
Who is it?
Who this time?
You make me suffer.
And I love you all the more.
When skins brush in love
They don't remember colour.
You green. Me red.
Dirty brown or bright orange
You choose.
My god speaks nothing.
He has no colour or name.
He is never and ever.
He makes no difference.
I love your father.
For love hath no Partition.

This cloudy feeling
The Diffusing lights
This excruciating pain
And this uncontrollable elation.
Like a butterfly in flutter around.
Once there and then gone.
The drug. The drug.
It stays and races
In blue tunnels.
Blurry and smudged.
The long drag.
The pause. The silence.
And then the final exaltation.
Time ticks away to a halt.
Space Revolves
Till there is no Heaven and earth.
All is but mangled in union.
Like to lovers in death.

No lover of mine
Battles to be fought.
Battles to be won.
In a world
Fraught with vengeance.
I live
Where the edges
Of swords glisten
In sunlight.
Where walls
Are not walls
But all dust and earth.
I fight
Every living breath
With Self
And with God.
And I threaten
A world
That makes barbed wires
Of excuses
And dwells
In cosy pretence
Of slavery!
I need no love
Or pity
Or a hand here.
I need a revolution.
A stance.
A fire.
Dancing red flames...
A magnificient madness...
And if you are no warrior
You are no lover of mine!