ExhaustionColours of dawnOver that insane drowsinessOver there, far away.Millions of minds all around meAll of them on fire.I alone am drowned in blue ocean.On my left, as I turn,The only stable point of focus in my worldIn tempest safe raftOf which I once doubted.Oh, why does he now seem the only living thing in the world?The light comes backBut still I am tired.Hold for me the long missed breathI shall open my lungs an take it.One day.Soon.But not yet.One thing I ask the universe:Let me sleep, restAnd not dream.
December 2011After seven wordsAnd one breathThe words I wroteMake sense to meAnd once moreI embrace theeWith my heart.A moment, an hourIt is eternity in pure Art's arms.A silence.And now it all again.It kills me as my heart comes back to life.I cryAnd I laughWith theeAnd I want this to never end.
To That WriterBastard! Bastard!And ever be damned!I allowed you the French of symbolsI allowed you the Irish of beautyBut not him, not him!You took the American of lifeThe idol of my god.Not him, not him!Simple words containing the universeAre now obscure terms meaningless.Words, words, words.Core of all that is Beauty to us;Empty, pretty shells to you.Unworthy of your fameGrabbed all I loveAnd destroyed it to the eyes of the peopleI hereby forsake once more.Bastard! Bastard!And ever be damned!