Friday, November 18, 2011

Little known things (piece of writting)


Blood most important carrier of life. Red-
Three fathers for the child! Oh, a 4th one joins like a secret whisper in the cool night’s breeze.
Flies on rotten flesh, beside wretched screams of the exorcised…A miracle born into the snow of an early winter. The cross is everyone’s burden; it is burning with rage atop the stairs to a sinful heaven.
The smell of rain, cold rain on burning skin- comfort for the wounded. Slaughtered sheep resting in summer’s fields, it was an accident of fate. Flowers and grass concealing truth, pretty innocent is a façade. Do you hide inside that tree?
Gott sei dank, in the streets of ashes and roses paving a way into the sea. Home it was- now cannot breath, home is a distant place, little house by the shore, longing for your indigo soul. Forgotten is the mother god.
Sunny days on yellowed bones, flowers grew within the chest. Nothing matters and yet everything does within the eyes of love. Clear as crystal little oceans eyes it resides within the shell put to the ear! Bridling at its first flight, over this old world made young. Never-ending bliss within everyone’s nest, enemy and friend are the same. World ends with you, begins with you and the stars at night they shine for you.