Sunday, December 9, 2012. Friday, November 9, 2012. Poem for dark, stormy night . Come into my dreams, my love. Tuesday, November 6, 2012. Ashen and smooth am I beneath these weathered clothes. I make love in places you cannot see,. There is a lava-movement, This stone is a slave to me. As you are my lover, for my eyes have bound you sure as. And my voice becomes your nova Muse. Never shall you be the same.

And dude, has he changed. I think this happened since he made a world record in making many people disappear if I recall correctly. Childish,free spirit and crazy recklessness has vanished. How long was there between the shows.

A few words on the sensuality of life. We Watched A Falling Star. When I loved you,. Years ago in a Northern hamlet. Constructed from an ancient narrative;. Like the Buddhist statues at Bamiyan. That star fall together,. One night when we sat. In thoughtful companionship by the lake edge. Deer crept stealthily through the pines behind us.

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