
Hi.
Again.
You’ve come to alienate
a loved one
from her path
her soul
who she can be
without you.
Again.
I’ve seen you
enslave my father,
enslave my brother.
Lost both of them
to you.
I’ve been arguing with you,
bargaining,
raging against you,
trying to compensate with love
the wreckage that you bring.
I’ve been ignoring you.
Trying to escape
the powerlessness
you make me feel.
Yet here you are.
Again.
Everything comes
to teach us something.
You’ve come,
again and again,
to teach me something,
isn’t it ?
Hi.
I’m done with arguing,
bargaining,
raging,
compensating and
ignoring.
It’s about time I face you,
look you in the eye,
stand my ground.
I’ve come to tell you
I’m taking back my power
and say to you
here is where I draw the line.
With no excuses
or explanation.
Just because I say so.
Just go.
Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 4:19 AM UTC
Come, come play the game
sweet child of Earth
the game that has no name
the riddle game
the game of Life
You want to know the rules?
The first:
you always win
you always lose
that's up to you
for you to choose
The second:
there's a first
and a last day
and in between?
no one could say
The third:
Everything happens for a reason
and if you don't think it does
everything happens for no reason whatsoever
in the end, that doesn't matter
Somehow
there are no rules at all
You just have to show up
and play
Riddle
after
riddle
after
riddle
after
riddle
after
rid...
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC
She's there, behind the deep blue canvas
enjoying, laughing, sensual too,
sometimes a playfull child,
and then again,
woman in love
nothing to hide.
He chooses colours
all shades of white
all tones of grey
yellows and oranges
purple pink or green
there are no rules
and if there are
he made them
to change them
because change
is his game.
Whether a he or a she
that immens spirit up in the sky
had fun today painting the ceiling of my world
giving one simple answer to my question
why?
Look for the beauty.
That's why.
Thank you for the mighty paintings.
I'll be back, looking at your beauty.
Everywhere.
I feel peaceful
beautiful
and I know why.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
In stillness everyting
awaits in warm and untold
peace how storms unfold.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
Baby
Darling
Sweatheart...
I've known for so long
just how much I love you
and tonight it struck me
like a lightning
just how much
YOU
love
ME
Hold me, darling
[hush]
Kiss me, baby
[hush]
Erase them marks
that all and everyone
have left on me
[hush]
I'm right here
[you say]
[and kiss]
I'm holding you
[you say]
[and caress]
there's no way
[you whisper]
[and I know]
anyone
could ever
love you
more.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
Day and night
her soul feels
love in her heart
while her mind longs
to see
through her eyes
things that people
have a hard time facing
even though it would bring light
to the day
and to the night
even though they somehow know
deep in their soul
that it's in facing these things
left in an unseen corner of their heart
that they will be able to
live life
day and night
soulfully.
Find it, says her heart,
find it, says her soul,
find it and release it,
and then...
look me in the eye
you'll see
the road I've travelled
the road you've travelled
you'll see me
you'll see you
you'll see light
day and night.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
Today the rain is singing
a rhythmic song of dancing drops
an orchestra of clouds
echoing the sweet calling
Laugh, baby, laugh
Today the sun is shining
a steady warming blanket
a sea of blinding light
whispering the sweet calling
Play, darling, play
Tonight the fireflies have gathered
myriads of them
to paint a silent portrait
of my heartbeat that repeats
Love, sweetheart, love
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
Even though I know
the words you say
speak more of you
than they could ever speak of me
it hurts.
Even though I know
the venom you sputter
will make you sick
far more than it will ever get at me
it hurts.
Even though I know
the picture that you paint of me
is but the reflection
of the image in your brain
it hurts.
Such poisonous talk and attitude
used to bring me down.
It doesn't anymore.
But still
it hurts.
So now I want to look after myself
and with the loving, caring half of me
comfort the hurting half
untill we both say
I'm okay.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
The mighty wind of change
that carried me
all along
always urging me to search
for being
true
truer
truest
to who I really am.
The mighty wind of change
that I have sometimes cursed
when it caught me
off guard
until I realized
it blows from within
and everything it brings
I have wished for
deep inside.
The mighty wind of change
blows through the branches of the trees.
The leaves and birds just play along
showing me how joyfull
the mighty wind of change is.
Once again.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC