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Saturday 23 November 2013

Poem: Disarmed



we were drunk on LOVE –
it dripped down our throats like water
                with such ease, we never dared question
answers to the should've? could've? would've?
                seem to fail us, leaving us certain we went the wrong way
but there is no storybook simple path
                they are what they are, no matter what names we give them
                and only if we follow we see where they lead
take the good with the bad and break the shell
just like wine ages, memories form into pearls
                what we are now, was decided in the past
what we will become requires devotion to time
we can't be the same as we were when we met
for we ignited feelings we could never imagine
like two matches burning together
as the snow gently surrounds the space into silence
then you smile at me – and I'm...
                               DISARMED.
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Poem: Just be simple




you watch the rain pour over the streets
from the comfort of your room
with an eternal question on your mind
»why isn't this simple?«
as we keep repeating the same creed
high on lust and greed
with one leg chasing the future
and another stuck in the past
how we've learned to skip the now
drunk on appearances and value of money
a single stroke of a drop turns clear into muddy
still we manage to wake up not in horror
at our own freak show
everybody knows the shades of loneliness
and how they creep among us
as we stand like silhouettes of trees in the mist
we devote our energy to the things
that keep our minds sane, in this insane game
reaching new definitions of normality
it takes strength to be gentle and kind
if it hurts, it means it matters and you're doing it right
and you know the comfort of getting lost
- it helps you find yourself
and when you gaze high above yourself you see
                the whole universe smiling back at you
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Saturday 16 November 2013

Poem: Ripple in the night

Degas, Edgar, Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, négatif 1895-1896.

in silence you danced
    to the rhythm your heart whispered
    flying somewhere through the stratosphere
the only thing to remember
    is to breathe, breathe the eternal grace
    lost in the soft movement between the burning
of a brand new day and fragile remains of the daylight
    listening to the questions of a wanderer
    you flow like a moon's reflection
forever playful and sparkling
    there you were found, in that short part of freedom
    remembering a song of a caged bird
it seemed to you, the mountain knew your very existence
    as if you arrived out of its' hardships and fertile seasons
    it lures you in, like it's your safe net
then you find things you deemed so important
    somehow lost their value
    independently your fingers follow
a ripple started somewhere in the night   
    and in the morning you wish
    to have no regrets




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Written as a poetry prompt The Mag #193. Took me awhile. As I saw the photograph my mind went to the song "If I be wrong" by Wolf Larsen. It's such a beautiful song.

Sunday 10 November 2013

Poem: Soul Evaporates




wind hurts like a razor
through this fragile armour
never a clean cut
when it comes to emotions
my soul evaporates
from out that shadow
which I cast of myself
all diluted and distorted
church bells are ringing
as if to announce the judgment day
and I wait to see which door will open
fog crawling over the hills
as the coming of a ghost
grabbing by the lungs
leaving unfinished business
like paper boats in the sand
the wind howls – a calling
to return home
breathe me in
- I am yours to keep

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Sunday 3 November 2013

Poem: Your name evokes parts of me




once we bled among oceans' waves,
now we bleed unto paper in covered rooms
your nocturnal symphonies resonate somewhere deeper
in myself, as if piano keys were my ribs
raindrops drifting on the window pane were minutes we had
 
I heard butterflies caught in your dreams
and wondered who will it take to teach them flight?
their desire was clear in the hour of the wolf
when you woke up as if it wasn't you who rose up
from that bed, but your other self, thirsty
for life without a mask, losing emotion as a price
 
I remember how we ran like two deer
away from a pack of lions, in the pale moonlight
when we reached the shore, there was no hiding place left
like any two lovers, we fell into an embrace
laid down into sand, covered ourselves with fallen leaves
painted our skins in colours of stones
we were nowhere to be found
only our voices whispered between the sea waves
 
your name still evokes parts of me
as if it is etched into my bones

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