There is something magical about this place . The abandoned and forgotten St Barbara church . It's my favorite place in town , i feel like it is some kind of poet's portal , it takes me "somewhere" out of here ... it's my little secret . My tempel of visions .

The courageous Gish sister and the frightened Gish sister . from the movie The Wind 1927 .

Please come die with us , there is nothing to fear . 7 sisters, 7 reasons to die for.

Love is the taste of death

a bird tries to steal a sacred cherry
dark plans unfold in it's featherless wings
shadows drift across cupcake paradise
it's lining gardens in the pink shades
of blushing cheeks
brutally awoken by

words lighting up like fire
inside the creamcoloured snow of wandering

" what i want from you ?
  what can i ask for ? "
a subtle play ...a majestic opera ...the sound of an evening star
slipping down your eyelashes
your little girl's mime ... the stopping of time.

a kiss  ( did you say a kiss ?)
blessed with the untouched touch softer than velvet roses
that don't grow but explode


the sound of your breath. ... the electric shiver on my skin
is this the lighting storm that turned all of my powers out ?


it it a mask you were given ? (take this face... it's yours)

one that thrills you with possibilities !


you are the feminine principle
though a boy within
like a golden paper wrapped
around a dark chocolate truffle


your gift to me (what you take away from me ) :
yearning
the sweetest pain in life, it's taste ...
the tongue of death within your silver face


for your beauty shall (must and please do so) destroy me
like light that dies on the face of  Eternity
this moment we call it love
a moment that  turns into

memory ...mythology ... stories ...fables ... lies ...yours truly .

i await my devouration lieing inside the flesh eating flower called Esthetique

it's fluorescent blades are metalteeths  unused (just for decoration)

not against my will i dissolve
it is your poison afterall


nothing shall remain
except the new

except a taste of the possible paradise Impossibility
just a taste
the jewel that turned into skin and evaporised
the angelic beast formed by the breath of starlight .


(4th july 2012 Gent ,during thunderstorm, this time with closed windows)

Of a new pink

she is a blossom of a new pink one that transcends the colour
reaching towards the ripe
while raindrops bomb your petals
to open the crystal egg
and step outside as you
is to unfold it's shell
and transform it inside
what draws me to you ?
it's not beauty
it's sensitivity
allthough aware  of your darkness
your touch ... the finest branch
you refine the tree till deeper patterns
more complex more tender
like a poem that grows
from your very existence .

(written 4th july 2012 in my new room in Gent. As a lovepoem for a girl that used to live across the street)

                                                        below is the first draft (created during a lightning storm with rain)