wolf – satomipoema

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

– Friedrich Nietzsche –

Stop, you’re cold against the skin

You take me in your arms when walls are closing in …

And I run, I run, I run, awakening my heart

But you overwhelm my lungs and it’s tearing me apart

You and I will not be shaken

by the winter sound

But my voice is suffocating

in the winter sound …

Stop, I will take control

Bend the metal into shapes that I know …

And I run, I run, I run, further than before

I shake away the skin to saturate my soul …

And you scream, you scratch, you bite, you prey on my heart

And I know that you and I can never be apart …

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2LXOYj5S7M&app=desktop

Of monsters and men – Winter sound

So when we meet as strangers, when even friends look like strangers, it is good to remember that we need each other greatly you and I, more than much of the time we dare to imagine, more than more of the time we dare to admit …

– Frederick Buechner – The Hungering Dark

Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day’s chalking.

– Frederick Buechner – The Alphabet of Grace

Your mind can go ahead and imagine what it wants to imagine, but a true friend will always remain true, in spite of the false messages running through your mind.

– Michael Bassey Johnson –

To prove that you loved me

mere words could not have said

bitting into skin, into flesh, into me

taking all you could

Oh, I’d still give you blood

just to paint your lips …

my desires your kiss completed …

when my all was given

you had taken …

you did disappear …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?t=2s&v=FTpezcoQFbc

Coil – Tenderness of Wolves

Ph : Jessica Tremp

How to write

so that the poem is as close as possible to silence?

Zen—to play on the lute without strings.

– Anna Kamienska –

Ph : Beth Moon

I don’t know what you want

I don’t know what you need

Heaven and love

Know the answer

And baby what about me …

But babe, do you really want

do you really want to see me cry …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=r73fyInk–o

Miss Kitten – Dub about me

to hold on to the sensual soulskin is to retain an exquisitely pristine consciousness

– Clarissa Pinkola Estés –

The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.

– Clarissa Pinkola Estés –