Second Month Of Spring On Solo Whist

lighting ring
under the solstice
round fire
waves of inferno
penetrate breathable air
fear rush into their lungs
drowning from emerging
seawater towering
land bending
crisp of the crust
dust falling on bedding
memories sleep
while mud drips
from the brown sky



© EOU 2013

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L.o.v.e.
wearing me down
unsure of my sureness
thinking overthinking
worry that you
Love
will not be here
when I need you most
but love you pass on
from hand to hand
and found me
in the place where
love was unknown

L.o.v.e.
inspiring to aspire
the feeling of love
cuddles, kisses, and love hugs
your touch awakens me
wrestling under white sheets
as time stands still
in the hour glass
watching the sun watching us
through the window
smiling in jealousy
in his eye you can see
he is saying
this is love

L.o.v.e.
respecting the boundaries
your love boundaries
imperfect by design
but by you Love
immortals inherit jealousy
but Love you are a curse
sent down
that we must kill and steal
for you, hate you
and then fall back into
your arms
while the echos
of laughter
by the gods

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knowing that we cannot help
losing love
and waiting for us
to find it again
Love
find your way
back to us
take over us in the heart
and let our mind part
from our mind
to find the purest of love
in it's most simplicity
in nothing


© EOU 2012

A perfect day is:

A place where morning starts at 9am
and birds do not sing before then
and my neighbors whisper because they know I am sleeping
and drivers low down the music when passing by
and everyone smile when I pass by 
maybe say good morning
and the bus is always on time
and my headphones are off so that I can exchange words with riders
and train moves smoothly
and people make way for each other
and each floor in the building is the same temperature

Morning starts before you wake up
and the birds chirp at 5 am
and my neighbors are yelling and laughing loudly
it's not even 4 am
a passerby has his music so loud 
the building vibrates through the fucking walls
and I have woken hours before my time
fucking time is all I have
How I could slither myself into sleep
but no, the hot water heater sleeps
and cold water spray like rain on my unforgiving body
walking on the trash filled street
getting looks that could kill
the bus is either early or late
and my luck is that that bitch came early
I have my headphones on so that I do not have to hear
the loud woman's husband lack of might in his bed
and the train sends me knocking people over
and everyone bumps into you
pushing me out the way
and in every floor a changeof temperature
even from room to room
but of course mine is below zero
Ha ha like a perfect day