Messages

As the axis of the Earthturned

The night became white

Changing the perception

Projecting messages on

The flagstones

Normally unreadable

But n the vague morning light

Everything and nothing seemed possible

At the very same time

Ad Hoc

Who am I?

Why am I?

Being present

In a least

Two worlds

At the same time

Connections and memories

Passing through my mind

Intensive madness in a box

Black Sunset

The night has its own black sun

Spreading its darkness at night

The antithesis of the real sun

Only small stars, a few planets

And the moon ignores it

Spreading their faded light

At night

Creating secret spots of black

Sunlight, Since no one has seen

The black sun it’s existence

Remains to proven

Only a dog or two know the truth

Howling desperately at night

To call our attention

Raw Cravings

Sugar is a strange and

Remarkably thing

Taking us hostage

In all its sweetness

Making our life bitter

Unbalanced and neurotic

Still we have a very hard time

Leaving this vain and demanding

Lover of our choice,

Fear and frustration

Is easiest battled with

More poison but of

A different type

The road to salvation is a

Mystical thing

Falling Down To Reality

Meeting the unknown

Outside the bounds

Of reality and rationality

Outside myself

When I is more than me

When I is not me

Above myself

Inside myself but still not settled

After this

I fell down to reality

Woke up in a bar

Like some drunk foul

In a poem by a Sufi mystic

Living in his lonely desert

Like me