Hey you,

You started off as someone
fun

As someone who could turn
the light of sun

packed inside this bowl of
Hope

And you'd string,
yes...

You'd string me along.

Hey you, again.

Just different form.

You look like someone who'd share that bone
With me

Who'd look at me and see the stars

But you only saw a mirror to your
false ideals

You narcissist who only thought
Of you and only you
alone

With all those chats, you never did
you never asked:
Who I was and why I was born

---

Oh!

Hey you...

You looked different?

You feel a little in between

You're like those other two (or three)

before...

But you still hold some scars
you tore
your heart ligaments
and you'll bring it back

But I can't be here
As you try to tie

it,

zip it,

lock it and unlock it

for the love I can

give
is so much more
Than you ever deserve

NOW or before

So, yes, I missed you dearly
Missed you last night.

Even whispered:
'What if I said it was
you... it was you I was
thinking of?'

Would you...

Drop your walls and let me in
Take me for what I can bring
And know that I will not be
Your remedy


Because I, too

am looking

for someone to bring that torch
for me.



So, I walked away and said adieu
Stopped looking, really



and in the not so far away tune

Someone called me


As I stand at that corner
Giddily getting my coffee


The voice was gentle
Even familiar

It felt like
HOME



And I knew...

I just knew.



Especially when he called me out and said,



"Hey, you!"

A photo, a fragment of reality sent by my mother.
Just a piece of sky, one tree, and some ground,
a beautiful landscape with a hopeful, rising spring.
I am not there, but I feel a gentle wind,
carrying the scent of what is living.

On the tram ride,
I saw the damaged walls of the old house.
Some people still live there.
Are they disturbed or happier than I am?

Appearances can be so confusing and shallow.
Every perspective—another world.
The truth is scattered across small backgrounds.

Why do I feel amazed
that not every puzzle fits?

When I was returning home,
a young man sat next to me.
He started to talk about himself
and a series of unfortunate events.

He was looking at me
as if I was everything
while I was nothing more than a simple listener.

So, I got off, wishing him good luck,
knowing I wouldn't see that person again.
My life is overwhelmed by random encounters.

Now, I watch my memory of past situations.
I’m sifting through unclear interpretations,
wondering why I still dwell on symbols.

I wish I could believe
every circumstance was an opportunity,
a unique chance and not as things are today,
just casual happenstance
without coherence or deeper meaning.

Still stuck on the fence
Forced to traverse a world that still doesn't make sense
I could embrace the ignorance
But I don't want to take that stance
So I find myself stepping on toes during this awkward slow dance
I wouldn't call it happenstance,
Not a chance
The culprit is this toxic, three-way romance
Between anger, my dark passenger and everything I can't forget to remember
Nothing to see here folks,
At least not at first glance
And that's enough to keep me in this trance

©2024

Promies, never to,
The premise of us to part.
Should I ever leave you,
Let being be dashed-
Against black canvas.
Let blood be
A medium of art.

These shackled hands,
Consequence of circumstance
And everything I have entailed.
Perchance, happenstance-
That which we have lived
And all that was not availed.
The fog of brokenness, and ache of loneliness.

Against reality, we rail.

Like two streams of vapor,  intertwining;

in, and then  out;;of one life,
'till the next  
dance continues:  and we find ourselves
once again,

yet under different
moments of history,  

each.
How can a soul desire so much
that it transcends, even time-  in it's
need  to find its fit,
again,
and again,

and again..