Menstruation's Rhyme

Oh menstruation,
menstruation kind
thou mark my time
and splotch my pants
thou come to me in pain
and sigh
and both are struggle and sign
of being a woman's bind.
Come to me
I seek your presence
I earn to see the red of mine
I long for thy long spots of wine
I want your wisdom
your pain, your rhyme
I seek you now
for his sake and mine.
Please, wait no more,
come to us
flow in gusts
mark my time,
sing your rhyme.

The ticket

Courage.
Courage to believe in your actions and not changing your mind
Every few minutes
Every half hour
Courage to be a rebel
And go against the rules
Sometimes
Challenge the rules
Challenge your mind
You have to
Challenge sometimes
And not stamp the ticket
And be fine.

When love

When love falters
and you dig to search for the roots
again
and you have to trust the touch of your hand
and the spark in your eye
not the troublesome brain
or the winches of time.
Nothing is ever perfect
go for the imperfection
stroke it kindly
and when you can, love.

A storm

A storm
a fight
a mess
almight
rain pouring
otside
a soundtrack so fine
but pierced by the screams
that shutter the peace
and pouring inside
some blood of mine,
the rain catches up
with sand shoes and straps,
I look for a sweet
I strenghten myself
and walk through the rain
in peace and amended.

Night ache

Chest tight
I wander through the night.
Aching stomack and hurting back
I got a light and some time to spare.
Lavander and oils
song and a book
I got my weapons but the way is tough
Carry on carry on
Give something up
And rest in return.

Lips

If words were worth
if eyes could speak
they'd sing you blessings
and grant you peace.
For ever, my love,
while you keep pouring
bliss inside me.

Don't panic

Fear has many surnames:
Pain, wait, strange.
We look into a dark face
to see evil
and into stirred water
to find trouble.
Panic is the question
but Don't is the answer.

Sundown

What a life
is this
full of pride and bliss.
Time stolen from time
driving away on our own
where the land is fertile
and the will heads on.
Consenquences shape time
but we still see our figure
braided and close.
I sometimes feel bad about stealing
but the way is one
and together we follow the sun.

Terrified of life

I'm so terrified of being
that being terrified is just a side effect
and real life is hard
and safe sex an hazard
Affecting the night
with strokes of pain
and a short sight
of the future - a game
with cloudy rules and a right
to be messy and dark
But present, please
be kind
and hold me through the night.
Ease me into sleep and dissolve the fear
of pain and real.

Perils of the Serious Land

Sometimes I feel so lonely,
lonely as can be,
not in the soul but in the body,
materially.
Sometimes I feel so wronged,
wronged as can be,
and it's not my fault, but nature's,
irreparably.
Sometimes I fall in the pit
of sourness and poignancy
and the only way out is a touch of humor,
that speaks to me:
Never Seriously, Never Seriously.

The answer

I have found out tonight
the answer to life:
someone calls it forty-two
I call it Through.
And through and through,
making way for you,
making way for you,
please do.

The crave

I love him like the water loves the river
I love him like the pencil loves the paper
Like the grass loves the earth
and digs its roots into it
I love him like the touch of honey on the skin
Like a swallow of red wine burning the throat
I love him like numbers love nature
and nature loves life
And I love him like bliss loves the crave
and the crave loves bliss.