We might not all be extraordinary. We might not all be heroes. Sparks out of heaven. Electric Energy. We might not all set our environment on fire. There's not all martyrs. But those are amongst us, as rarely as they reveal - to be them heroes, Prophets, with overwhelming power from the inside to simply … Continue reading Amongst us
I see the world in color I see the world in sound This world is free of boundaries This world is free of doubt Ask my birds 'what is grief' and learn they don't speak your language Ask my birds 'what is grief' and hear: they sing your song! Feel the soil as it is … Continue reading The world I offered…
The music stopped but they keep on dancing. I can't stand the excess anymore! Please expose the human visages! Ring the bell to end this masquerade! Find your homes again and see who is there. Might be all you find is a mirror but still you nodd and greet, because you keep wearing the stranger … Continue reading Ring the bell
Watch me get high and have her unleashed...that whicked thing... For my sake before God - I had her emprisoned. In isolation, to watch my obedience became her horror. While her cage a cold grave. For this, my inside, is the angel of terror and her rage - thus sweet - is the final revelation … Continue reading S. Asani
There are very few of us walking these grounds - hidden and unrecognized - cuz we are not what they are. We are like messages from another world written in a foreign language for no one to decipher. Cuz we are not for them. We are keepers. And they track us, hunt us and beat … Continue reading S. Asani
I wish I could plant something within your heart, which would grow healthy and strong roots. For it shall survive every season of bitterness, madness, dissapointment and grief. It may grow the size of my affection, hold colorful leaves of tenderness, wear gentle blossoms of care, provide you with juicy fruits of pride, honor and … Continue reading The seed
I plugged the greasy wadding from my inside and had me stuffed with mere love. "Watch them strings, oh dear puppeteer - see, I had them cut! No specious play, no remarkable act - you draw and tear paralyzed threads!" Behold, your doll is finally dancin'...