I Little titles of existence 

Done

I have exhausted my capacity of loving.  I have loved you with a million little pieces of my soul.  Giving you a million little pieces of myself.  I am done. 

Finding

Now.  Its about the million little pieces of me that you threw away on the way to moving on.  Where do I search for them?   Where do I find myself? Pick me up and bind myself. 

Extract

And if I do find a piece or two lying around the old haunts,  how do I extract myself from them? I don’t have the energy. I don’t have the will.  I wander aimlessly in search for myself, not wanting to be myself. 

Grow

Why don’t I grow a million little pieces again?  Form myself whole, again. 

How?  How do you ask a flower to Bloom after it has wilted?  It dies. And seeds. There are seeds.  I have seeds.  Where do I plant them? My body feels barren. 

Fertility

Where did all the potential for my future go?  Down the drain with a million little pieces. Barren mind full of sadness, only more sadness it begets. 

I am not fertile.  I am sad.  Sadness grows on me birthing a million little pieces of sadness. 

Calming

It takes a million little breaths and slight pauses to calm myself down. To breathe fully and hope to regain enough energy to build upon the barren land a fertile Base where I can flourish once again. 

Hope

I had.  Million little pieces full of me and my hope. Lost. 

Love

I do.  Million little pieces of hard work on Unconditional and undying. Lost.

The love

Fucking love

Soul food

Bitch heart

Great start 

Time collided 

Stars burst 

Window broke

Time slowed

Tears rolled

Sinners spoke

Lovers tiff

Hearts broke

Twenty times 

Shut up

Cried away

Build homes

Sadness stayed

Fucking love

Soul crushed

Tempers rose

Standing dying

Biting lips

Keep change

Crushed teeth

Hells risk

Hoped beyond

Nothing came

Someone said

Hurry up

Don’t start

Finish up

Empty handed 

Who knew

Love beheaded

Fucking love

Spoke again 

Fucking love 

Walked again 

A song for love

For all you lovers who have to go through distance


A hundred days since I saw you

A hundred nights since I kissed you

You break my heart and you make my heart

You’re the deranged being who stole my heart
Heart heart heart
Where is my heart?
A hundred days since I saw you

A hundred nights since I kissed you
My ribcage is empty and my eyes are weeping 

My life is simply a disaster in waiting.
Wait wait wait 
Where is all this time? 
A hundred days since I saw you

A hundred nights since I kissed you
I lost my virginity to your eyes

And when you went you took my sight

And that’s how we screwed our both lives
Life life life

Where is our life? 
A hundred days since I saw you

A hundred nights since I kissed you
Wake me up and take me away

Let’s just forget everything for a day

Behave like bunnies and smoke away
Wake wake wake

Where is this day? 
A hundred days since I saw you

A hundred nights since I kissed you

Victory 

Plead guilty. 

Find the truth 

You are there

For you

Breathe gently. 

Spare the venom 

You are yours

And yours alone

Redeem your honour

Crush the bones

Your word is true

Solely to you

Complete the game

Play it fair 

Win it square

Victory is ours 

Victory is ours

Victory is ours

And remember

It’s ours alone

Warning signs

Warning signs. 

Songs of the deep dark. 

Howls from the bottom 

Of the heart 

Are warning signs

The beauty of the night 

The biting lip and 

The trickle of blood

Are warning signs

The wriggling toes

And shaky hands

Sticky with sweat. 

Are warning signs

Beware of the sighs 

And the lovely eyes

Full of gleam, they

Are warning signs

Clenched teeth and 

Despair in the voice

Full of words

Are warning signs

Of what of what 

Of decreasing valor

And rising grime

In the soul 

Of what of what. 

Of stumbling truth

And upright lies

Crawling from within

Of what of what. 

Of coughing up courage

Where silken failure

Lies waiting.

Of what of what. 

Of beauty dying

And the ugly taking over

The mind

Of what of what

Of lovely defeat 

All wrong surfacing

And drowning the might

There are warning signs

Of what not