you‘re my man of war.

for I have no love besides you. I will have you know such well.

saintlike behaviour; a lifetime I prayed.

the smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her skin seemed to have gotten inside of him.

even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold.

if the world changed, I could not exist ╱ and if I changed, the world could not exist

I‘m in the middle of your picture

all the insides left cold and grey

you‘ll find the answer far away from home.

it makes their spirits delicate, bright, peaceful. it‘s never at such times we become cruel or bloodthirsty.

my mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage.

you‘re a cliche, you know it.

your overbearing kindness is compensation for your painful absence.

if both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and the mind is controllable —— what then.ᐣ

is this it.ᐣ is this all it was.ᐣ

look up at the sky and you‘ll see how everything changes.

words are the source of misunderstanding.

I realised that his death severed the one and only thread that still connected me with the bright world of daylight.

aviators in my breast pocket, piping black coffee in my right hand, the brisk chill of the morning.

it‘s funny, in the garden of eden —— eve was tempted by the snake, but in this version, it seems I tempted the snake instead.

it takes courage to enjoy it —— the hard - core and gentle ╱ big time sensuality

my tears are blood because of thee, my reason o‘erthrown.

you feel the turning of the world, so soft and slow —— it‘s turning you round and round.

it‘s poetry in motion ╱ she turned her tender eyes to me

the need to be satisfied ╱ come pick me up I want a ride

and you know what they say might hurt you ╱ and you know that it means so much ╱ and you don‘t even feel a thing

you‘re not my son.

every breath that I take, I breathe it for you.

throughout the night ╱ no need to fight

healthy body ╱ unhealthy mind

accepted authority rests first of all on reason.

my reflection —— I don‘t recognise.

even when you are not paralysed by fright or screaming with pain, life is a moment - to - moment struggle against hunger, cold or sleeplessness.

aren‘t you a healer and a vessel for the holy spirit.ᐣ

I am busy with matters of consequence.

I was told to choose what I chose to be.

for I have no love beside thee. I would have thee know it well.

scenic beauty is hell.

I think I‘m paranoid, manipulate it

to the past or to the future. to an age when thought is free.

you have drunk love‘s ambrosia, your lips so do entice me.

this is a love attack ╱ I know it went out

the consequences of every act are included in the act itself.

it seemed that hell could appear day or night, at any time, at any place, simply in response to one‘s thoughts or wishes. it seemed that we could summon it at our pleasure and that it would instantly appear.

let‘s go down the waterfall ╱ think about the good times

freedom is the freedom to say two and two makes four.

two and two might make five, but when one was designing a gun or aeroplane they had to make four.

I shall change, for your sake.

her watch chimed once more ╱ a pain free life ringing in her ears ╱ she cried

you are too soft for this world.