The touch of a chain

Bright dots watch, attentive.

Butterflies listen

in a continuous movement

here and there and here again.

 

The sky sings bright in the night darkness

and the melody

bathes the water

and washes away the pain.

 

The air smells like happiness

mantling everything on its way

and in a sweet embrace

releases the touch of a chain.

Hello…

Get the juices flowing
get the flowing juices
feel the breeze that kisses
lovely lips that seal

Feel the wind that
changes
refreshments
reflections
appointments
notes
promises
paradise
hell
flowing through life
shakes the trees
though routed stand
tall
small

Sense doesn’t make
anyone
anything
everything
sensation.

Love doesn’t add
anything
everything
love.

Half full, half empty
promises
cups, doesn’t matter
nothing counts.
Everything counts!

Fuch the grammar
fuch the spelling
fuck the sick society.

Fuck the false premises
fuck the afterlife
fuck the asshole at the end of the rainbow
FUCK LIFE!

Life for those who fuck;
life fuck those who for
an empty nest return
a lovely lie…
not a lie;
a LIFE!

Good bye
life
love
death

Hello
me.