I know nothing, and yet I know that You can read my thoughts, and I can read yours
In this world full of unspoken spells
Is a thought real - existing objectively within the matter
Materialised – like a goblin from children’s stories
Inside that brown chocolate cookie, you have with your tea
Voodoo killed a man sitting in a corner coffee shop
A tattoo on his left shoulder
Jesus on the cross - he was once a Christian
He stole her soul and gave it to the dogs
She saw their end within the Tarot,
Long before it happened
It was a heart attack – the doctors confirmed
In a gutter surrounded by rats and worms
Without a real choice – his body buried
Lost within the neighborhood of his still lingering feelings
Two Buddhas, each on one side of the path, meditated
Was it her love that killed him – or his father’s inherited weak heart
Today I had an orgasm just thinking of you…
Do you believe that my thoughts could be real
Creating and unmaking secrets of our unbreakable nets
Check my entry What is Spirituality?
