Sometimes I
need to
let of steam.
Sometimes I
feel carelessly
around me
people talking
nonsense
with lots and lots
of words without
a meaning
people that flaunt
their ignorance
with certainty and
haughtiness.
Sometimes I
need to vent
because I can't
bear folks
that don't give
importance
to the content
of their talks.
Sometimes I
just need to
let of steam.

I like to
see the world
from different corners.
I like to discover
new streams of
thinking

watching
         the emptiness
listening to
          the silence
I like to walk
by myself
and explore
unknown
places
I like to
smell the
scents of wood
when no one
is watching

How could be
scary a
blank page?
with this
infinity
s  p  a  c  e
and its
white face
that stares at you
with a vacuous look.
You are
in front of it
motionless
empty brain
and petrified hand.

I'm looking for
something
in that
blank page
and know what?
I've just
filled it.

(Could you grout the void with other void?)

I found a mask in my attic.
It was just laying there.
It's rather erratic,
finding a mask somewhere.

There was a note attached.
It read 'One size fits all; one per person'.
So, after I had my fill of my head being scratched,
I decided to try to wear this mask void of emotion.

But it did not fit.
With my confusion awoken,
I could not wear it,
Despite what the note had spoken.
I assumed it to be broken.

But upon closer inspection,
I made a detection.
The space of the mask had been taken,
By something much more potent.
Leaving me less then content.

Dear Starman,
now that you've left
our world
to reach yours
I'm Happy.
Now that you can
        dream
        like a martian
and travel
       across
        the galaxies
and dance
               through
       the Venus
          moons
I'm Happy.
The Earth is always blue
up there
isn't it?  

Goodbye
     dear Starman

(11-1-16 Rest in peace Mr Bowie)