I don't know how to be anonymous
I have twisted dreams with you
a cape, a sword
and something red to stir your fear
weak and prolonged days
pass with open pores
like nostrils taking in
the taste of your dark shadow
behind
the same trajectory
of a blind bullet aimed for a full moon
I only know how
to be
I only know
how to fight
I only know
how to fly
but I am am not just a flight through one night
I am a red stain
on everything you own in white
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
Abstract:
And (why?) thus, is all I know so far.
the *question
which is never easy to ask
has an *answer which
is never easy to swallow
between introduction and conclusion
lies a happy marriage
of one jolly void and one fuzzy wish list
via (this) credibility and (that) validity
of all the methods jammed in a
rainbow of paradigms and databases
a qualitative doubt
vs a quantitative solution
critiqued to death
is not always a one way topic
but the only way forward
(to prove!)
I can smile but
I am not allowed to fear
nor like,
nor hate,
nor presume,
nor love my finding
although I desperately cling to
a forbidden bias
(reference this!)
passion is a dangerous domain
(I googled it)
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
with spring juice running through my veins I jump red lights
wind rushes over my lips
I pass churches with empty altars
deserted parks
the white noises of the morning
a half loaded gun in
a tired of waiting hand
the city is agitated like a dog tied
outside a corner shop
and I drive through its roads
with no name
filling my lungs with colours
I once saw in a love movie
smiling in my day dreams with you
crossing through fields of panic
through all the signs pointing
towards nothing
and everything
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 5:50 AM UTC
I cherish this river
this river of war and peace
bursting through the lungs of existance
this sweet endurance displayed
and hidden in the bloods of blood
oh, Hathor, tell me how to be
the mother the mistress the child
the root the thorn and the flower
in the fist of this God
giving what needs to be given
tempting the laws of the land
I try to stand tall and deal
ships sail back and forth
between heart and uncertainty
endless waves to defeat
every moment of each day
through piles of ashes and gushes of wind
I breath in the unknown and exhale tenderness
I cling to air and buckets of hope
when love storms into my panic room
to stir all my senses
and show me the way
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
without the moon the sky is an unknown co-ordinate
an xyz thrown between time and space
a telephone without tone
we use to talk to each other
in our free minutes
between our lives and our deaths
without the sun I am an anonymous verse
a genius with a badge and no shadow
a continuous coming and going
between two flickering points
on some old map of the universe
where everyone is
searching for their treasure
without you I have no noise
without noise I cannot sleep
without sleep I cannot dream
and without dreaming
without dreaming this poem does not exist
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
the moon
a snake of light coiled up
around a chimney
knows nothing of it
or how my skin could melt
on your fingertips while
you hum my name
I need a drink
so I sit on the edge
lean over the ocean
take a sip of you
your naked soul
watch you wash your car
your green T-shirt clinging
to my eye lashes
soaking wet
for a thousand years or so
the smell of salt and beauty
makes me hungry
so I jump from the highest cliff
into a drawer full of
love letters
lavender, lips & crickets
I swallow you inch by inch
quietly
season after season
slowly
you are now
inside me
in the dark danger is a lullaby
and you smile with your sit belt on
falling asleep
in my sleep
while the night
bends
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
half of me
does not understand
the other half
of me
half of you hates
the other half of you
that wants nothing to do
with meandyou
all the little things in me
look for the big things in you
while the big things you do
have no password for
seeing things through
[or the way the wind blows through my curls]
say
if my half and your half
half asleep half awake
would cut the silence
in half words
under half a sky
if your luck and my fate
half dead half alive
would drink
in half a heart bit
half a cup of hope
would we stand
half a chance
to share [half&half]
a whole happy moment
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
countries sleep next to each other
dreaming of gold and soldiers
the way men sleep next to their souls
dreaming of the scent of their women
mountains hold hands
so deers can drink from each other's rivers
while trees grow tall in thick woods
caressing the cheeks of the sky
beauty and truth renew their vows as lovers
so the world and her husband
can lay on a bed of hope
and make babies in peace
words and silence kiss
each other under the gleaming stars
making love with my tears
before my every smile
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
smile please
the end of the world will be equally shared.
with everyone
with the loved ones who kiss you daily
in a thought they are not carried anymore
with the bad ones
who fill your heart with stones
used to be thrown in the loved ones
with the indifferent ones
as indifferent as the pavement you step on daily
with the ones who walk with their head up high
dragging their soul through the grass
with the handsome ones
whom you’d love to get close for a second
whom you’d burn for an eternity
the ones you left your shield down for
and the sword you got stabbed with
killed and risen for nothing
with the ones that write your name in the sand
or in stone
the ones with lips of a child
and words of an elderly
with the ones hungry for peace
and afraid of loneliness
with the clever, the stupid and the calm
the powerful and the weak
with teeth or without
happy and unhappy
with the ones who lose to win
gullible, innocent, impossible
with the ones who loved and forgot
smile please
to the ones who tell you that
the end of the world will be equally shared.
with everyone
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC
words self-calibrate to match my emotion
all my wires seem intact in the gas lamp glow
no one understands the strength of a potion
until they pour it inside you and they watch you blow
but this is different I cannot quite describe it
I move like a muse with the corset undone
I sense how the power of thunder is striking
and the steam in my pipes pushing up pushing down
I sit on the edge of this meaningful feeling
and everything's trembling inside and out
like a vessel afloat I'm breaking your ceiling
and reach for you, master, my creature of doubt.
we are two always but one feels the other
the wires are tangled we're both flesh and steel
your arms hold me tight your fingers go further
my eyes melting metal, your tears almost real
now give me a name and teach me your methods
unscrew all the bolts use your lips show me how
this poem will self-destruct in 5 seconds
you may countdown this stanza or you may run.
~NOW!~
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 6:35 AM UTC