You owe nothing but still pay with your life

You have absolutely nothing

if you think you have.

All possessions vanish

in the wrinkle of the air

when fortune wheel leads

towards the north.

You only owe a soul

to your-self

nothing more and nothing less

apart of that 

you have nothing

and owe nothing

because it's never been yours.

© 2015 jkn

There is no shelter for a brave soul

Change your destiny.

Give up

what is not yours.

Feel 

the stream of triumph.

Taste

the blood in fusion with the earth

Be

seven souls in one heart.

Don't beat

 the moment to explode 

Stop.

The storm is coming.

Believe

the nomad nature can't be still

every river goes to sea.

Forget

about the shadows of the past

they will find someone else.

Follow

the silence of the hurricane

only a mountain could stay

somewhere virtuously in the middle

but doesn't, it grows.

When a night gets darker

Focus

on the further revolution.

Connect

within the intrepid ancestors.

Create

show must go on

there is no shelter for a brave soul.

Go on.

© 2015 jkn

Almost naked

Like a doll

 innocent

fragile

compliant

the way we play

and do nothing

for real

until we grow roots

with the river of life

and have no more time

for pretending 

to be and live

in a naive play.

The main character

still breaths within.

The fighter.

The rebel.

The black sheep

naked in colour

for blind searchers of light.

Confusing 

like a dropping coin

in a rainy shadow 

while you try to 

taste the silence.

Almost naked

almost real

underneath your skin

fur of innocence undressed.

© 2015 jkn