Into infinity
With a tongue and little creativity
Into the abyss
To chat with the monsters
They have much to teach me
Into infinity – a journey within me
Into infinity
It is already here
In the air
In our open eyes
Being alive
Is to wander around
In infinity
Into hell
So I can tell
The difference between up and down
And into heaven
So I can tell God
That I am
Proud of him/her
And I am
Rooting for him/her
And
Into the chaos
To fistfight for free-will.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
