synthesis of desire

at the moment of creation of arts and actions
I wonder, as you should too
of why i desired to do so.

I wonder if nature injects, woven
fears and allure to our being,
or is this itself a desire speaking,
to create grandeurs upon a flat existence.

I want, therefore i became
the instrument of unknown callings.
desire is rudimentary, 123
its workings pure and faithful

The direction is what matters, x and y
good and evil cannot be attributed
to what a heart needs, few it does
It is only what you give your heart,
That you must ponder upon, dissect
actions created sin, actions created love.

No man seeks to destroy himself, truth,
no heart needed such desire to beat
So ask your self, why must your heart beat for you?
physics applies to everything, body and soul

faith has logic, as does what you need.
desire what you need, not what you want.

Wish

30 feet up, zero to the edge,
Upon my face, challenging, connecting
Winds of Southern velvet, transparent,
flowing, touching, dominating
kissed with a hint of salt ice
i wish not for wings, i do not run.

Oh, cold winds, as blue as the sea,
tear open the doors to my heart.
blast away my fear, teach me your fury.
take my soul and rub it on the hindu-kush
soak it with the purity of Baikal lake
set it upon the lazy glaciers of Patagonia
roll it through the Mongolian seas of grass
and bind it to the hooves of Andalusian horses.

drop this rebel cloud, beyond the last horizon
To rise from that seed yet again, gain, again.


and when the day came, there was a man
who died with truly dirty feet.

Regna.

cravings delight, fires alight
echoes and aromas of night
Calling me out, creature of thought
demons and virtues breed aloud

never excel, seldom begun
some truthful work, yet undone.
heart of stone, sight weighed down
drifting away, hot blood,warm youth

when egos collapse, fortresses fall
what will i have but few lost dreams?
sunburnt grass, hooves of wild horses
chasing wind, striding in anger

always angry, ever angry,
I live, on.

Hunt, tonight

Tonight i shall hunt you down,
though I'm but a novice with such weapons
No armor shall dare whit stand the will
that i shall throw from my bow.

Tonight i shall hunt you down,
and strip your pride away
like many prime autumn trees
you shall become mine, bared to the root.

Tonight, i shall hunt fiercely,
without fear, without doubt
my spirit torments me
to brand your soul with my fire.

Tonight i hunt swiftly, like breath
angry upon lonely stretches of palm,
where silver glimmers dance upon leaves
under the heavy twilight moon.

Tonight, only tonight i shall hunt
For the faint scent that intoxicates me,
for the one moment when i may throw away myself
to fall through your fingers like sand.

Would you close your fist...

What do you really know about anything?
I know that i do not know - Socrates


What are you really made of?
Sins and Dreams.
Be humble for you are made of dung. Be noble for you are made of stars.-Serbian Proverb


What really shapes you?
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -Anais Nin


What do you really want?
Freedom.
Live Free Or Die -John Stark