something I do not want to share
stares right at you
but hides at the same time because
I told it so -
because it cannot just spill out yet
flow
through my unshielded skin
[calling you out]
before I'm ready to
invite you in again

Hidden love
grown up still
children
a love too
much
for their now
hidden behind
loud
helpless shouting
and keeping
apart yet
deeply entangled
for that
was their way
of keeping
the love safe
what brave souls
taking
the pains
of loving

I see what
you want for yourself clearly and ache
for you put
so many stones
in the way

Earth Calling

Do you not like to dwell
on my soil anymore
do you not know how much
I laboured for the mountains
and the trees to give
some shelter
so you could hide in them
do you not
in a single second stop
and think?

      In a giant
      buzzing place full of high-pitched buildings
      playgrounds with no
      hiding space and barbed wire
      fence
         a density takes place that's of
         another world
         gives rise to loads and loads of
         cloudy thoughts that lead to
         cloudy politics and building
         walls of glue and bricks to block out
         what seems other-

While Mother Nature ravels on
and moans about such silly
helpless creatures
who bread us and then leave into a realm
of materialistic faith that
crumbles
yet if one stops or stumbles
across a shiny apple,
just shrugs or frowns in
disbelief-
he cannot treat it as a sign of
brief and honest earth connection-

      and hurries in a frightened pace
      off to the next brilliant distraction
      while the poor planet grieves-


Earth cries and
sighs in her green nest
and asks the Universe for
just a little rest from those blindfolded
human things-
so it is Universe who
brings relief
to the blue planet and its stars

and while the fox and bat, the Milky Way and Mars
are busy watching
they see a pair of black hands reaching
down toward the Earth
caress her soil and plants and fields
for it is worth it-

     A shooting star flies by
           smiles for he saw
     out of the corner of his eye

     a vision of two pairs of hands-
            one green, one black-

              and keeps on shooting
             across his well known track
                  keeping in mind the image

                
                                                       of fingers interlocked

Your stomach wakes you with a shocking
twist you just
docked on to the borders
of that encoded
hurtful spell
a wall of shame
protects
your innermost core

She's never impatient but always
playing she can be everywhere
unworried
even in this cell she'll play
with the bricks pull them from the wall and make
a jumping game out of it
It's not her who has hurt or hurt you
but you do not bring yourself
to believe it yet
But you sit in red and black
your back turned
towards her
and she doesn't mind because she has no
concept of waiting
And you look out of the little window through the wooden bars
out where there is the wide indifferent sea
but you do not look at it
You -
because you do have that concept -
are waiting

(o)

Crack!
goes
the final layer...

Stay true to Yourself no matter
If everyone else
suddenly breaks their promise
of self-respect and care -
You are your own comfort

❤️

To turn
your Inside out
you learn
all this

To wrap the world
around you
not
to walk
towards it anymore

A blue forearm comes out of the void and tugs
at your chin blue skin on yours
Blue naked feet climb out of the void
into where you are
Your eyes fixed on
the incredible sight
and you ask
with all you are:
Are you that reckless

Ay! and the giant seagull snaps
the piece of ciabatta from your hand and you smile, half in secret,
though simultaneously highly pleased, and it is so obvious to me cause the beaming expression is so hard to hide, so contagious,
and I know that was what you had planed all along.
For the bird to have it. What a kid you are.

My doctor goes
crazy about
my thyroid
flutt'ring
here and there not
giving
any
steady
values to be
accurately measured
I soothed her today
saying
thinking
It's just
Life calibrating
my body balancing
itself
It's just the
Butterfly Effect
She says ok but
please
get yourself another
appointent
I smile we
both know
It's just my body
calibrating itself
It's just
Life
calibrating -

I always feel
the magnetic pull
before I look up
eyes wide
seeing you soar through the air
then I wonder

A woman in orange cloth crosses
a dusty street
cluttered with
dusty fears and believes -
she straightens herself
nods
before she greets
all of them kindly

Time
as you knew it
cracks

lacks continuity

A huge well's
massive brick
surrounding

pulverised

water trickles
gurgles

swirls
around
before your wide
mesmerised eyes

a pull

you remember

water was

       supposed



                     to flow

A curvy figure rises breaks
through the water surface shakes off
all limitations
her hand still remembers the touch
of the sandy ground
under water
a promise
the wind whirls around her body
curls
her fingers in apprehension:
She is ready

The snow fox hops
into the
snow
head first
and topples over
never mind though

Are you a Night Sky
protecting me from
bright
perturbing lights
intruding
my system
too early

The little girl sits
with her braids flipping
on the wooden swing not
just swinging wildly yet
The greatest shame always was
she says
wisely
to let loose the infinite amount
of Love I carry in me
because
here you wait
you know this is
most essential
because they just wouldn't, for some reason, take it

Beat, goes your heart
and you let it connect

You walk in front of me, your footsteps soundless but steady and safe, your pearly skin that so amuses me glowing in the dark.
I follow this glow, always, gathering the silvery snowflakes
falling out of your hair at times.
You gather yourself around me if needed, if you want me to keep
my eyes open despite all the arrows and daggers. You do not seem
to mind, feel it yes, but to mind -
You just look at me silently, cracking the tiniest smile as if saying
I do this all the time and you know it.
And I know it.

A child leaps through a stream of silver weaved
carefully into dreams that spill
into her waking life
until her eyes
are clear

A silver figure walks
on green plant leaves
red blossoms weaved
diligently
into his hair
each step
connects

Would you like to start your poem
in the dark
here with me
a glowing pen in your hand
your beating heart will tell you
now
it's time to start
it's safe
a good idea to have the world
begin

This is
a new kind of
silence that
asks you to fill it
this time with
YOUR true
wishes

This kind of silence does not
tolerate the neon light

This kind
of silence
was waiting
for your gaze

don't be afraid

Are you traveling
through galaxies
with the speed of light
dear
are you showing me
that you
nevertheless
can be here in an instant
beaming with leaves
still stuck in your hair

Your eyes scan
a person's face skin hair
first, and describe
in detail
every property;
your eyes scan
each person
refusing
to stuff them in
a category
for the sake of discourse