Touched by you

Your skin touched mine when you passed me in the much to narrow kitchen that we have
and that was precisely where it needed to be.
A little feverish maybe but known to me.
And I know the smell of your touch.
It's ingraved in mine like an invisable tattou.
And when I'm lonely, sad or afraid
all I have to do is to close my eyes and take in the scent you left for me
all over my body.

Your hair touched my face when you turned in bed last night
and it brought beautiful dreams to me.
Of passed days, certainly but of a sparkling futur too, for you and me.
And we live them bravely and to the fullest.
So if you pass me and I try to touch or smell your hair
it's because I need a dream to come true.

Your smile touched me eyes. Every single one did and now my irises are projecting them in my brain.
A remedy for pain.
A reason not to go insaine.
A walk down memory lane.
Smile and save me
Cry and I will save you.

Who?

When you look at me, who do you see?
They say I don't really exist,
I don't resist.
There's no phoenix in me,
just a long lasting burning candle
that finally will stop burning
really at the end of the rope.

When you touch me, what do you feel?
They tell me I'm cold,
I need to melt before I'm old.
Let some feelings go and evaporate
to be able to feel again and create.

When you talk to me, what do you hear?
They state I'm repetitive,
limited in speech and thoughts.
A mediocre poet, a want to be wannabe
an empty dictionary.

So would you want to be me?
A man who's yelling for years to let him out!
Still a boy crying because of scary dreams in the night.
A human who needs to be held thight.
Still a child afraid of a fight
A father who doesn't do everything wright.
Still a person in search of the light.

God, my sweet Lord,
if my name is still written in the palm of your hand
if I'm not a lost soul,
guide me to a place where I can see,
to a top, a sky, an eternity.
Fill me up with all that is You
and then tell who I am, honestly and true.

Look away

I found your voice in the silence of your words.
Unspoken and so obvious.
Saying nothing sometimes tells us too much,
more than a kiss, a caress, a touch.
I didn't look at you when you were talking
and I saw you again,
better than the minute before,
when I was looking in your eyes.
Reality is hard to live up to
and living is really hard
but if you talk to me, silently..
and I look away...
it's only to really see you.

60 roses in a minute

I give you a rose for every second that I miss you,
a rose for every second I'm alone.

60 roses in a minute
to let you know where you belong.

Whispers for Valentine

Whispers fall down from the trees
my eyes follow them everywhere they go.
Gold and blood, like your nails in my back
walking against the flow.

The whispers yell when they hit the ground
my ears follow them everywhere they go.
Soft and sweet, like your skin against mine
immaculate in the glow.

Your whispers are in my hands now
my eyes follow them so they don't fall.
Through every letter and every word
I feel the love grow.

I keep your whispers in my heart
my blood follows them everywhere they go.
Fast and slow, from head to toe,
your whispers are the only ones I want to know.

On one knee (for my Valentine)

Imagine we are the stars in a movie or a play.
We read the script and know every line we have to say.

The sandy beach is the scenary
A blue sky and the sea complete the fantasy.

We wait for the first take to begin.

We wave back at the palms and walk towards the waterline.
The shells applaud us, the sand stick to our feet because they want to come on our journey.

A messenger of God awaits us to make us a life lasting union.
Two times the same littlle word changes our destiny.
Man and wife for life.

Imagine we are there.

You know what you will see?

Me, on one knee, asking you, will you marry me?

Te Iubesc.

Missing you

I miss your words and voice
I miss your wisdom, I have no choice.

I miss your shelter and your care
your personality and your flair.

I miss your harbor where I'm save
I miss your heart where I'm brave.

I miss your body in my bed
I miss the things that you said

I miss your eyes, the brown and the white
I miss your smell  when you hold me thight

I miss the curve of your nose
the freckles, every single one of those

I miss the taste of your lips
the warmth and tenderness
I miss every kiss
I want them all
I don't want anything less

I miss your smile and your laugh
I miss you bathing in my bath

I miss your hands, a little wet
I miss your cuddles and your pets

I miss your hands in my hair
I miss your hands everywhere

I miss, yes, I really do
I miss you!

Presence

I listened to the silence  and still heared your voice.
The wisper and the yell, the song and the prayer.
Echoing in my soul's soul,
pounding in my brain's brain.
The words, one by one, repeating the frases.
Messenger bring me the news and let me fall asleep.
Messenger bring me the news and let me die happy.
And when I rise and see you from a high
I will understand that there is no silence.
There is just a flow of love carrying your presence,
in heaven or on earth.
In my dreams you still hold my hand.
You are forever.
Love  you, mom.

So .....

So did you see me?
I was sitting on a stone
in the middle of a dessert called love.
Sunburned and thirsty for more.

So did you find me?
I was laying under the leaves of fall
in a puddle of mud called sorrow.
Dirty and eager to rise.

So did you search for me?
I was the one with the black shirt
in the black crowd,
next to the black men.
Unknown and praying to stay so.

So you walked on by.
So you smiled at someone else.
So what ....

Sparkling Black

A piece of paper,
a broken pen,
a black and white picture,
a empty bottle of perfume
and in a box my thoughts,
sparkling black.

A burned candle,
a match,
a cold cup of coffee,
an empty vase
and in a box my soul,
sparkling black.

Used shoes,
an old plastic bag,
a letter,
a poëm,
and in a box my heart,
sparkling black.

In a house,
in a room,
in a cupbord,
in a drawer,
in a box,
sparkling black.

Back in time

I will come to meet you
to learn your songs.
I will run to you,
read you books.
I will walk with you,
hear what you're thinking.
I will love you, always,
be the hurt within your pain.
I'll be the black of your shadow,
the silverlining if you want.
I lost my pain in your eyes
and found back the vaine of life.
Hands touching, nose rubbing,
lips bearly touching, breathing.
Remember how tomorrow will be?

Where it's safe

Walking thru the corridors of your heart,
where it's safe,
I meet memories.
It feels strange to see a part of me again.
The fatal first look,
over your shoulder,
inviting.

In your arms,
where it's safe,
I build my home.
Here is the key and a dubble.
Fingers that are strangled,
willingly,
never let go.

Let me take your tears,
your smile and all you want to share.
Let me be your now and then
and take you to my heart
and live, love and leave all sorrows behind.
Then we will find where it's safe, together.

Confused?

Remembering things that have to come
Living the days ahead
Writing with an empty pen
Falling while laying down
Kissing a frame without a picture
Kicking on lost dreams
Deleting a blank page
Starting with the end
Being aware I'm unaware
Blowing out a candle that's not burning
Injecting blood in my cocaine
Feeling the pain, then making the cut.
Printing before writing the poëm
Falling awake, sleeping while walking
Crying before sadness
Saying goodbye before meeting you
Opening the door before the knock

Put your life in the wright order,
sentence by sentence, not word by word!

Emotions in motion

Did you ever search for that perfect melody,
that song that takes over your body and soul?
Did you ever think that you found yourself in the keys of a symphonie?
You try to read the lines but your tears prevent you of listening
and that's all you want.
To listen and understand.

I played piano on the kitchen table
picturing myself at the keyboard of Chopin or Rachmaninov.
A 44 year old child but happy and moved in that moment.
Like David Helfgott I would like to shine.
He did in his world and out.
Playing Rach n°3 till you drop.

I can only try to write what I feel
and be happy with whatever talent was given to me.
Be happy with every tear that drops because I moved someone inside.
Happy with, what seems to be in my mind, a nice poem.
Happy with a letter from my heart send into the world.
Moved by every little compliment.

Did you ever try to write a perfect poem?
Those all explaining sentences that would solve all the mysteries of the world.
That hate the pain but love the nostalgy.
That prefere to cry and lose dreams running along your cheeks.
I tried, I'm still trying. I guess I always will.
Hope you find love in every word.

Here and now

I sip my coffee again.
Your face showed in it's foam
and for a breef moment I thought you smiled at me.

A song on the background stole my thoughts
and makes me want to shout out,
here and now,
where are you?

I gave you all my secrets and smiles.
There is no better place for them to be.
I took all your time thou,
egoistic,
but so in need.

There is no good way to say goodbye,
even if it's just for a second,
and I shout out,
here and now,
where are you?

We shared our blood
and you're the keeper of my heart.
I stole yours and will keep it for ever,
like a thief,
but rich now.

My coffee is gone,
the song died in the background
and I realize you where beside me all this time,
but I still shout out,
here and now,
I love you.

Why cry?

This is inspired by the song Suus by Rona Nishliu.

When you are hit by that pinching, all questioning feeling inside
that puts your heart to the test over and over again.
When your smile is in a place that you can't find anymore
and all you can think about is shouting out.
When I miss you and a tear is running down my cheeck,
that tear reminds me I'm alive.
Alive and here to take care of you and all that is us.

When I'm out of the spotlights and in the shadow.
When I think too much and disspear.
When I need you and a tear is running down my cheeck,
that tear reminds me I'm alive.
Alive and here to love you and all that is us.

When I ask myself why I'm crying and dry my eyes.
When your kiss is all that can save me
When all I can remember are good memories
and I don't want to stop and long for that special feeling
that is touching me every- and nowhere.

I shed another tear.....I'm still alive.
Alive and here for us.

Happy Mothers Day.

Two mothers are sitting on a cloud,
talking and floating on air.
The coffee is always hot and sweet without sugar out there.
They don't speak the same language
but talk the same words.
They understand eachother because their hearts
feel the same joy and hurts.

A man and a woman are looking to the sky
and as the clouds float by
they keep wandering, why?
The emptiness that is left in a motherless heart
is heavy and deep.
The memories they have never sleep.

Today there is only one thing we want to say:
We miss and love you and
happy mothers day!

Wishes of the heart

I wish my songs could take away
all that is bad in your life.
All that is holding you back.
Everything that makes you unhappy,
miserable or sick.

I wish my voice would cure you.
To be a medicine, ever lasting.
Words for a headacke,
sentences to heal your heart.

I wish my voice would fit my songs.
My words would fit your heart.
My tears would fit your eyes.
I wish just hello's, no goodbye's.

I wish I could move you.
Not put you in another place
but really, really move you
and have you where I want.
Inima mea.

Wet paint

I walk around in the painting that is our life.
The paint is still wet and you can follow my footsteps.
The strokes of your brush are deciding which way I go,
my mood, what I see, what I feel.
You mix the colors of my life and decorate my burning, pumping core.
Paint with your heart, change your brush, now and then, but always paint me.
Create a color just for us and call it love.
Paint with your eyes and see only me.
Make me better than I am, make me worse but always paint me.
Wet paint on my feet, my new fingerprint.
Color me like Antony signs, original and crazy in love.
And sign.
A masterpiece.

Crazy in Love

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