Sloppy weaving

of intrigues 

a disgrace to word

Immature love

your broken heart

puppy eyes

Will you grow now?

You got McMurtry Spéirling

on your mid-life mind

I go from Durga to Kali

in under 1 second

I never picked

an easy way

But to use my own

child

to expose my lack

of self-love, Universe,

это - подстава 

With every matcha sip

I tickle myself on the

kitchen cabinet

So present, content

and on the right path 

I've fallen into life

He played me a song

on his guitar 

I cried

But it wasn't the guitar

I bought him

and the love -

it's already gone 

I came up with a new

definition for IT

mainly for personal reasons

But you, too, can change

any life script 

if you happen to not like it

Ah, IT is a character chameleon in a definitive language play.

I'm not the audience

not even a performer

I am the reason

for order behind 

in front of curtains

For I am Discordia

of Bedlam

Bing 258

 

The forever struggle

of being in so-called

control

yet seeing that we're not

I have to make-suggest

we dance with chaos 

everyday. And laugh

Did I tell you

I wrote an ode to suffering 

the deepest 

the one who tells

the most stories

eventress, mover 

birther, colours juggler

I dedicate to you

all the chocolates 

all shapes & screams

My bow

Same idea

different context 

best Halloween costume

Can you spot it?

The clouds came down to earth

the dancers danced

they sang and wed

and summoned ancestors

through the prints on their clothes

Everyone crafted their own story

I ate chocolate on that side

of the street