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When winter came and snows took over,
I danced among the falling flakes.
I ambled freely like a rover,
Forgetful of the world at stake.

The days were short – I did not care.
The elegance of fiery ice…
With coloured thoughts enough to spare,
I painted wintry paradise.

The nights were long, the blessings counted…
The warmth of summer still with me.
I never took my love for granted,
It always felt like spring to me...

With blizzards gone and skies a-clearing,
I smiled broadly at the sun.
It smiled back – kind and endearing…
Twelve months and I were all but one.
Keep warm.
Dec 2017
Don’t shed your tears when it’s all over,
Don’t let the hurt take root in you.
Instead, rejoice you’re moving on now,
To something promising and true.

You’ll find yourself in dreamland, treasure…
There, every rose is deftly prim,
There, love and peace and –  for good measure –
Joy everlasting reign supreme.

Free rein and grace is all that matters…
Come join bluebirds in their flight.
You’ll have your doubters – let ‘em chatter.
Just say the words: “bring on the night!”

Let’s slip away into the darkness…
To be reborn, replete with light.
Let’s go astray, enjoy the silence…
To find indomitable might.

…You needn’t offer, needn’t suffer –
Not for a single day again!
You’re home now: every man your brother,
And not a thing is preordained.

The hourglass, forever broken…
Who needs the time? You’re so alive!
Forget the rules, writ and unspoken –
Your oneness into overdrive.

They’ll see you flitting 'round the rafters,
A bluegrass garland in your bill.
So, dry your tears and share the laughter:
New life is just around the hill.
Felt so good writing this.
25-26 xi 2017
We’re motes of dust and stars that sparkle,
We’re cherry trees and busy bees,
We’re rays of light when it gets darker,
We blossom, finely, in the freeze.

We shimmer, warmly, in the void,
Defying odds and making friends.
We build when others are destroying,
We guide you past unlit dead-ends.

We’re rivers winding through the deserts,
We’re oceans, gentlest at the shore.
We are the snow, we are the claret…
When earth is parched, we let it pour.

We are the night, we are the morning,
We are the ticking of the clock.
We are the comfort in the times of mourning,
We are the feathers mild when you sleepwalk.

We are the sky, we are the thunder,
We are the sun, we are the rain.
We put the rapture in the wonder,
We put the slow in the fast lane.

We are the truth, we are the spirit,
We are the numbers and the runes.
…So take your life and boldly live it
While humming all those merry tunes.
23-xi-17
Cuéntame de soledad, de amor y paz eternos.
No escondas la verdad: somos sólo dos enfermos.
Nos morimos sin cesar, cada vez y cada día,
Suspirando por el gozo de tu mano en la mía.

Déjame vivir mi sueño... Es tan dulce y profundo.
Por acá yo soy el dueño, he hallado todo el mundo.
Narra cosas que no sé, muéstrame lo que perdimos,
No olvides como fue... ¡Es real se lo pedimos!

Caminamos por el mar y volvemos por el cielo,
Encendiendo corazones, derritiendo los de hielo.
Celebramos el amor, soledad y paz eternos
Y probamos apreciar estos ratos así tiernos.

¡Nunca te olvidaré: eres fuego, luz y viento!
Siempre te soportaré: que concibes, yo ambiento.
Luchadores, se logró... Acabamos de unirnos.
Ganadores, tu y yo... Nadie puede combatirnos.
16-17 Nov '17
un pueblo sin piernas pero que camina
;-)
Instead of my eyes
there are sunglasses
The whole world will be colored...

به جای چشمانم
عینک آفتابی گذاشته ام
...تمام جهان رنگی خواهد شد
this was my first poem that i wrote, i think i was 15
It was a long, long time ago
We did not know where we should go

That night, the forest was our home
A place where both of us belonged
We saw a deer
Then saw a fox
When snow was falling
Crystal rocks
So tender
No one could pretend
Our dreams
They never have an end

With my eyes closed
I still believe
There's more to see
A life to live.
Dream on. Live on.
22-X-2017
Come November
All the leaves shall fall.
Longer shadows...
Days will shrink and wither.

Come November
Bitter winds shall blow.
Muffled up,
I’ll struggle not to dither.

Fingers fumbling,
I shall light the air,
Fighting cold,
Still thinking of the summer.

Thunders tumbling,
Water is the world...
And every single breath
Feels like no other.
24 IX 2017
Gold is cold.
But for some cruel jest are not we all perennially ailing…
Are not our lives just pictures passing by?
We, blindfold, in their wake are trailing,
Are hardly ourselves… And at the best of times
We solely hope yet for another handout
At someone’s twisted mercy and before
We ever realise it’s us we cede so freely
It’s far too late… We sob and try no more.

Shall not we fight, defiant, our doubts and envy?
Shall not we hold the fastest to our dreams?
And from our deepest selves shall not we draw our powers
When all is lost and there’s no life within?

It’s down to us to down the cup we’re given.
There is no shame in failing. All we can
Is to keep going on, perennially ailing,
However cruel and short our span.
July 2017
In Memoriam Bradley Lowery
Ego
Wringing my hands
Whistling to no tune in particular
Wrestling my ego

And I’m losing
Badly
It ***** me up
Every single time
I’m onto something
Something legit
It gets in the way
Bosses me around
Screws me over and over again
Whispers nonsense in my ear
Derails my flawless plans
Turns people away from me
Makes me despicable

But if it taught me anything
Anything at all
Is that you should always keep going
Always
No matter the odds

So here I am
Still wrestling
Won't give up
August 2017
It’s been a while and we don’t really talk.
We find it hard to look each other in the eye.
There’s so much bile – we can barely walk…
I can’t believe the life we made was but another lie.

We stumble, tilted, our world askew.
We stutter – not a single word comes out…
All that we had, all that we held so dear, all that we knew
Is ashes now... Where fire once was is all but dark without.

That C sharp melo that I used to play,
That broken piano – cozy, black and white…
Back in the days so sweet and calm and gay,
Back in the nights so warm and fresh and bright.

What has become of us? What have we done?
Is pride but every person’s fatal downfall?
In chasing shadows we get overrun…
Our hopes collapse, our passions hit the wall.

Yet, we live on, however sour our lives…
No looking back, no sorrows to cling to.
Once bit – twice shy, the truest of all lies.
We sparkle, we aspire, we dream, we rise – we do.
May '17
Keep going! The world could always use more heroes ;)
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