I picked up a rock 
from the bed 
of a rivulet
slowly trickling, yet vibrant

It wiggled
It squirmed
in transparent
vulnerability

A larval miracle
clinging to life
pulled from the mother river
exposed to the cold air

This tiny force
is just as alive
as me
and perhaps more so

I placed the stone 
back into the trickle
of the river
hoping it lives

How much compassion 
do we have for the smallest
of the small
the beginnings

How much compassion 
do we have for the vulnerable
for what's just beginning to grow
ideas, people

How much compassion 
do we have
to put the stone back
rather than take it for ourselves

Rock always rocks
Whatever the situation may
Situation is; mere excuse
Whether it is rain
Or it is storm
Rocking rock
Always rocks
Whatever come
On its way

Rock says
You don’t know my worth
Am strong
In all environment
Am hard
But can be engraved
With art and words
I can be polished
To its utmost shine
I will rock
Wherever I am

Rock says
U devote idols
But idols are made of me
U devote rocks
But idols are priceless

What makes you priceless
Is the effort of you
The struggles of you
The pain of you
All that;
Made you strong
Made you beautiful
Made you precious

Rocking rock
Rock all its way
But it’s up to you
The transformation
You give to it
Rock always rocks
No matter what
Come its way

Let me tell you how it felt
To let go of you,
Like lying back down
Onto the surface of a frozen lake,
Hugging a rock, feeling its weight.
The ground under me thawed
I melted into the water with the ice,
Slipping into the brazen cold
I still felt coddled, knowing
I won’t touch the ground anytime soon.
I was weightless,
The fluidity felt forgiving,
Yet the weight on my chest anchored me.
In the now, I was moving yet not of my accord
I was free, yet sinking
Deeper into the void beneath me
Lungs tight, not much light
I missed the floor that the rock had pinned me to.
Every second it took to feel it again,
I hoped for catharsis in our reunion.
The weight on my chest kissed me deeper,
My back met the ground,
Alas, I feel gravity again
Now I wait patiently, in quiet suffering
To stop living or to be saved

-UV

don’t work no more.

need some kind of distraction.

**** it, might as well try writing

bad poetry.

Poets always exist,
Such as rocks
And the statues within.

They stormed through their set that was made up of songs each ten minutes long - they did just two! What a musical journey it was. Fast aggressive heavy music the quickest human beings could play and then slow monotonous rhythms that lulled the audience to sleep, followed up by loud aggressive music to wake them up. Song lyrics of trolls, witches, wizards, mysterious deep lakes, twilight skies and moody moons. After their set they gave out a number of free music discs to spread their awe-inspiring music.