Reality showTV lips mouth words that we understand but do not comprehendLight and dust settling to ashesslash and burn should not be new to usFeet jump jumps that mostunderestimate and cannot replicatewithout an enemy at one's heelsTo kneel does not mean to never stand erect againSo while nature vies for survivalself pity dies, not ingenuityand in the midst of war a child standswild imagination, yet waiting, reachingone hand for dad, one pointing at the starsAnd while darkness encloses hopes that weshine our light on, we definethe child like coal holds a sparkle and waits to rise with flaming wingsTV lips mouth wor
Waina Lepo Ea -WaterEarthAir-Waina: Feet sinking into soft clay blubber, result of the fall river banks and rain at Koolau Mountains, wet area of Oahu.I revel in wet, wet is my element, blubber works well. I let the soft silky clay make little fountains in between my toes, feel my feet connect with the raw earth, let them sink in. It is a Hawaiian trail, a local feel the earth beneath my feet kinda trail, a let the world be the world and your mind settle in wetness kinda trail.Lepo: This fall gives you a sixth sense of belonging. Searching fingers trace the folds of the earth, finding where to hold, where to pull, finding how to be one, hold one. I revel in e
As You AreYour spirit runs wildlike a boy in the fieldfinding worlds within the grassdiscovering how to kiss, the girlyou tripped playing tagclimbing mountains with a flag, to planton this new peak you made yoursYour testosterone soarslike a bird in the skytesting your agility on the winddiscovering your limits –bestingwhat you had in mindseemingly hiding timidity behinddetermined manhoodYour creativity probeslike grasshoppers' feelers examining the reasons for lifediscovering who you are –you knowto where you are going do youknow where you are, whatyou are most of all?I would never think of capture
Poetry EquationsI'd write poetry in equationsbalanced thoughtswith proven rationssure demisesurer elationI'd write my letter of applicationto equal loveunabbreviatednullifiednullificationI'd count the numerous complicationswanting simple additionbecoming multiplicationno absolutes just equalizationI'd prove congruent line gradationapex meeting't had been originatedcommon domainthrough differentiationbut odds and evens are your expertise, not mineso I'm left with wordy fallibilityand multipleinterpretations
Upgraded ConfoundThere are enough of us to be a kind, an unkindness if you mustor flock- nomadic tribe that meets up occasionallydon't stop; long to linger and mingleintensely in the moment, yet significantly moved, creation of asymbiotic cultureSo I must exist since I have been named, part of a researchable populationa statistic, upgraded from confounding variableproven by double blind investigationthat we areA resourcefull bandindependently offhand, we congregate at cluster pointswe stop; to rest our wings amongst our kindredon branches of trees, enjoying borrowed rootsuntill the trade winds scatter usand thermal kinetics dev
Kleurenblinde Kameleon +translIk zit op een tak en aap de wereld naAlsof ik zeven wasMaar mijn gezicht geeft mijn verwondering waarik ben een regenplas en heb niet door dat ik een spiegel benen niet van glasen dat ik alles ondersteboven plaatsachterstevoren terug naar de wereld kaatsIk kan mijn voet zonsopgang laten wordenVanonder mijn ochtendjasIn mijn ogen schittert grijs van naderend onweerik heb een harnas en heb niet doordat ik kwetsbaar bendat er iets mis wasmet dat ik in schakeringen tochmijn toenadering tot de wereld zochtZe hebben mij in een kooitje gezetOmdat ik kleurrijk wasMaar ik heb de smaak van verwondering verlorenik d
GarudaYes, it was a wheel. Debris in the form of long strands of grass, discarded pieces of cloth and half a plastic water bottle were stuck onto it, but it was definitely a wheel, and suddenly Arun saw a way. He was going to ride that race. No one could tell him otherwise, he was going to be part of this.He ran home to tell his friend Miri who looked at him questioningly when he laid out his plan."And you want me to come and help you pull out what you think might be a whole betjak, fix it up and race it?" he asked incredulously?That was exactly what he wanted.It took them the whole afternoon, pulling, digging pushing and turning, but when
Sleep NakedI dress in dreamsnaked as truthmy mind threadbarethrough dark obscurityAdapting ragsto nightgown flowssewing fictions into proseA woven worldevolutionary spandrela balanced equationcoming undonewhere I cloak in confusionshroud in cloudsand a cushioned mindfaces lightUnravelling expectationto windswept -why?-'sStitching asymmetry into designextracts of voguestyle my narrativefashioning archetypesthat sleep naked
DisintegrateI wish I could just disappearElevate and disseminateDisintegrate into thin airAnticipated aggravation is following me around the placelevitate to create some spaceinseminate into my beingsomething that they're not seeingbut that I need to implicatearticulate the not agreeinga fourth dimension facilitates this urge to flee and hearmyself ruminateso that the silence dissipatesnot for noise but thoughts
Chemical ReactionsSome chemicals reactAnd usually at first sightSome don't and that's a factSo don't put up a fightYour willing so won't change itExchange of electrons is a mustSharing them would be called attractionExplosively taking them would be lustBut no matter how high you stoke the fireSome chemicals will not mingleIt's enough for one not to have desire,or the lust. To keep them single…
TranslationsIn translation..."Can I"is all one needs tolet their hands slide downand downinto the covenanta silent placerapture - coming homethe mind rationalises the feeling and fierce explorationno need for translation"can I" was enoughSanity - no match for nature"Are you sure" didn't really countThe glass of wine at the bottom of the stairs left behind for claritya vain attemptan abandoned anchordiscarded be the yeah what? everything that one feigns to bewhen there is light outsideindulging in transitory comfortforeign smells and foreign flavourlittle space for misinterpretation
Your Choice Acquiescence Resistance A choice I have made A choice I have made Could I dare be that brave Is all I can do To stand up to it lay alongside of it A line I walk along If I can balance on that cord Balance, do I care I can dance To tumble And swing And since I am here And since I am here Might as well Might as well Make a fit be an exception Since I crossed over Since I am here
Fate In Apollo's temple Cassie lay seduced the God to shreds The gift of prophecy he bestowed for her love in it's stead But Cassie had a different plan and refused the God in heat He was turned off and cursed her good: foretelling truths remaining un-believed. So when the Greeks came with their horse and Cassie warned them crying They welcomed the beast, hauled it into Troy leaving city and Cassie to their fate of rape and dyingCassie leaves the stage and Athena and Poseidon enter But this is the next story about the God's wrath and our fate
Dinner with the QueenThe road of my fork to my mouth was so longwhen sitting up straightmy hand slightly trembledmy eyes straining to stabelise the piece stuck thereMy wrist resting on the table was awkward and tiredmy elbow was jealousof the comfort of leaningmy plate, bread, water, fork, knife, spoon mapped out.Outside to inside, chew little bitesasking politely for the soupto be handed to me, no reach.But I know how to eat as my dad told me how as one day I might dinewith the QueenShe was regal in blue, her hat she took offshe stood uprighther hands did not trembleher eyes were at ease as she scanned the roomcomfortable
Memories of EthiopiaMemoryLanding you see less lights then in Europe Asia AmericaAfrica Ethiopia Rift Valley, Lake Tana, Bale Mountains, Blue Nile Addis AbabaAddisGhion, Meskel Square with ever standing proud green yellow red flagMercato, busses there, Stadium, slums, cars, processions the view, my viewApartment87654321ground floor, the watch, street trafficcrossover; the road, our road, my roadbus
AmiMeandering phrases trace the new sun's lit edges of your skin dropping in-between us, forming estuaries on the beach. We wade through a cultural sea, see what is hidden you; unusually tanned and carefree tossing back and forth wet sand thoughts with me En Francais you possess un'esprit rapide in what we speak it sounds gentil Man and boy and ami to me Fire throwing, bicycle racing ami to me Notre Dame Quasi-modo ami to me Yet foreign people reign in otherworldly castles
Happy EndingsWe Read books with happy endingsTo content our troubled mindCompassionate donations make placebosExperimentalDouble blindIn dreams our life is perfectPure light from dawn till duskThough the image of a gold rimmed raincloudMesmerizinglyIntertwinedLo and behold the beauty liesIn creations less then perfectionUnique the flaws that make things wholeHappy endingsRedefined
Time on my HandsIt's the beast that passes slowlyIt's the candle burning upMoments passing in a hurryCaught me in a minute trapPulls me onwards Holds us backRushes forwardMakes us lackCatching up is such a missionRuns ahead of you at timesSeconds aren't usually givenWorks us dead to bloody linesRuns us backwards chases us on:"Keep running forward !"…and I go onCreeping minutes, jumping hoursRunning seconds, let me breatheI get slurred down in a vortexSpinning round , I cannot leaveRunning backwardsTwisting dimensionsGetting awkward wrong intensionsIt's a magic suddenly overIt's a horror lingering onFly
ExplanationsThe world deals us another blow when we realize its search for explanationsConfigurations or recepies to the waylife works and loveand imaginationConsiderations for those "abnormal" onesthat cannot help their waysare somewhat deviantDefiant of those that let their mindand feet wonder or wander beyond realityFinality when the walls they scratch at fallto let them go to where they are acceptedthen firmly resurrectedreleasing themunexplained
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