Deathis not brisk, it's not just a rupture of life. In fact, it's a slow process. People die gradually, one piece at a time where getting older isn't a cause but a result. Because I've seen many elders who remain young, even though they feel the moment is approaching for they believe they have to live it wholly, to pass through and not beside, to be involved and not casual. I've seen elders who despite their weaknesses, the child...

Winter, 
When beauty is harsh ... And coldness is peacefull. 
You wrote to me: "I'll see you in summer" 
But darling I don't want to be a season
In someone's year
If you can't love my chilly blues 
Why would you deserve my sun and flowers? 
~ML (c)

She smells lavender, 
She smells violet childish dreams
a drop of a dew gilttering
at the kiss of sun's beams
I gripped her shadow in my mind
that aroma dyed my thoughts it seems
Am I drunk with a sensation?
Am I whelmed with whims?
O lavender Queen in the prairies
haunting me with sweet fantasies
and drowning me in gleams!

~ML (c)

There runs a voice in my ear,
Like gusts of wind within a shell,
That bursts away in a tear,
The words I couldn't ever tell.

There runs my blood along my pen,
Worlds I build out of my poured ink,
Melted emotions and shaped figures of men,
Thoughts and questions in which I sink.

There runs my supressed pain,
When my bow hits the strings,
Rhythmic groan as notes rain,
Making a song out of nothing.

There runs my...

He and I .. He and I.. He and I

That's how my heart beats,
That's what the wind screams,
When it throws the waves on the shore,
That's what the thunder roars
When two clouds collide and hit

He and I .. He and I.. He and I
~ML, ©
 

Pretty! 
She polished her nails
Drew the curvy lines
Wore colors on her face
A slik tight dress
lining her gracious shape
Slid her hair like the cape
And splashed aroma on her parts,
Pretty, with high heels and look,
Glittering like the billboard in the pitch dark; 
Pretty!

Pretty doesn't know the night real laws, 
That when money is on table, everyone bows.
And she is just a pill to assuage the urge,
Melting in the glasses of drinkers...
...

Will I be the harbor,
Where your ship would anchor,
And your heart would dwell?

Will I be the home,
Where your mind would roam,
Where you crave to be,
Inside of me,
A rythmic pulsing of wanting more?

Will I be the garden, the roses and the butterflies at once?
The addictive fragrance that you breathe
And I grow wild, of dreams wrapped in your hands
Drunk with a togetherness that makes me blithe
That keeps me alive,
That...

I don't tolerate pieces,
Because when I give, I give it all.
I'm too full, of life and love,
To recieve halves,
To get dry glances and casual words.

If your words don't filter through your heart,
Spit them elsewhere,
And if I'm a note in the margin of your thoughts
Erase it.
I don't want to sum my existence in the corner of your eye!

Don't walk me this bridge if you are
Going to leave me in the...