"she emerged from the thin air
like a feather from the sky
the bird had long returned to its nest
the feather, now,
resting on my palm
when he speaks within a two-way communication
it reminds me about you
was it about creating an image, an idea of how you'd paint
a picture of yourself
or just truly an embodiment of a direct translation
the same plane of a different angle, you said
when he speaks to himself, intrapersonally
it reminds me about myself
how a piece of tile fall onto another, and another
how a drop of dew could cause a ripple
how peculiar could one be expanded
how can we possibly manifest a being with our differences
is this how the posterior and the anterior coagulate?
it is a product of a craftsman, ultimately ——
standards and aesthetic values set aside
though I'd prefer a touch of distinction, or maybe distortion
which was observed in him, designed
she asked if she's weird
that class of a categorical approach
I said no but she was different
less than strange but more than what capitalism creates
that sort of shadow you came across arbitrarily
and of course, I only blurted no"
after writing, left pondered
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
seek and ye shall find
clear blue skies in the morn
as windows were pushed open
got myself in tact
direct, in contact
the smell of the woods
a mild fragrance of the trees
I bathe in you, refreshed by warmth
you were there with me, though a different dimension
we were within
the same share of existence
because I was encouraged
I've decided to show you some seeds
seeds that you could plant
and grow fruits, if not flowers, if nurtured
you might not be typically fond of them, it is after all a metaphor
maybe a ball of moss, in your words
that would put the widest smile on your face
priceless
again, I feel like singing
one that I can not contain within
realization surfaced as I sync with the present
saved by honesty of my own, I was
my thoughts, regarding you
simple, they were
simple as a single measured unit
a small sigh as I recalled the sky so blue
followed by a smile
two tablespoons of brown sugar
and the sound of a sip of macchiato
we were aligned
as the stars were
I knew I've had you missed
as windows were pushed open
got myself in tact
direct, in contact
the smell of the woods
a mild fragrance of the trees
I bathe in you, refreshed by warmth
you were there with me, though a different dimension
we were within
the same share of existence
because I was encouraged
I've decided to show you some seeds
seeds that you could plant
and grow fruits, if not flowers, if nurtured
you might not be typically fond of them, it is after all a metaphor
maybe a ball of moss, in your words
that would put the widest smile on your face
priceless
again, I feel like singing
one that I can not contain within
realization surfaced as I sync with the present
saved by honesty of my own, I was
my thoughts, regarding you
simple, they were
simple as a single measured unit
a small sigh as I recalled the sky so blue
followed by a smile
two tablespoons of brown sugar
and the sound of a sip of macchiato
we were aligned
as the stars were
I knew I've had you missed
Monday, March 10, 2014
water in an irregular triangle
hands covered with dirt
on the palms and its surface
under the nails
fingertips scratched
swelling hands in repetitive action
the wells are dried
12 foot, 16 and a 21
sources to be picked - not traceable
with bare hands he never stopped
in desperation, he panicked
not possibly drilled
we all knew
but he continued
all that he is capable of
hands covered with dirt
dig to anticipate
water source, or to bury
the exhausted mind cannot tell
the action never stops
he should hope, he should jump
he shall not stop digging
irregularly, non-chronologically
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
scraper
the heart is a citrus fruit
wrapped in a sac
a labour in silent
prayed to be taken care off
earlier today
one felt like it has been shredded, peeled
not afraid, but indeed
it ached
as I receive
an emblem I picked up
a picture
much love revolve around you
smiles, sincerity and of genuine
faces and a beaming glow
albeit your preference towards soliloquy
I admired, it stung and I remained rooted
you deserve what's best
I am alone too
not as rich
conditioned to be strong and impregnable
kindness charged, in an attempt to convert me
I am left armed, and unarmed
quietly
when nobody intrudes
I think of you and I smile
I smile
wrapped in a sac
a labour in silent
prayed to be taken care off
earlier today
one felt like it has been shredded, peeled
not afraid, but indeed
it ached
as I receive
an emblem I picked up
a picture
much love revolve around you
smiles, sincerity and of genuine
faces and a beaming glow
albeit your preference towards soliloquy
I admired, it stung and I remained rooted
you deserve what's best
I am alone too
not as rich
conditioned to be strong and impregnable
kindness charged, in an attempt to convert me
I am left armed, and unarmed
quietly
when nobody intrudes
I think of you and I smile
I smile
Monday, March 3, 2014
code
Can't you tell
the times he came to you in excitement
his spirit, light and lifted
how many copies of love letters he had receive
hand written
how many love songs dedicated
how many gifts declined
how much distance made clear
you are not my only one, my dear
7389
When I witness how much love you're capable of
it was receiving, calm and soft
white flower petals
less cold, less cold than our climate
I was untouchable
did I made peace with that?
Oh, untouchable
standing out is always my strength
less cold
I can tell
times he came to me with excitement
his spirit, light and lifted
it was twice
twice worth of initiation
that is your labelled price
7389
Sunday, March 2, 2014
secret chamber
Back to your window seat
after your daily adventures
you smiled so generously
a space for you to let free
then you head back to your window seat
where I'm framed in the lower third of your composed frame
hiding in the bushes, under the clouds,
amongst the blue
base of the sky scrappers
but traceable, always
by you
You've pierced itno my subconscious, I registered
when I could recall your image
imprinted within the landscape
of my oneiric ocean
of my oneiric ocean
as if you came back with a warm touch, I could discern
gently cuddled, while I sleep
you were whispering
trying to convey
all that you refused to translate via audible decibels
you can not be naked enough to confront
to have me stabbed, even with attempts you've almost succeeded ——
with my glow
because, love
I see sunshine when I see you
I wept as I slept
knowing that I will not receive
messages you intend to leave
we are flybirds, freemen
chained and shackled not,
yes you, and I too
maybe worthy a keep, we thought
if I have that value
if you could find me useful
Remember, love
you can murder me, if you choose to
I gave you my word
I am open, fervour
controlled and vulnerable
trustable
trustable, come what may
as you and I continue to align
Saturday, March 1, 2014
i'll make you coffee
The universe of our creation
is filled with floating islands
spaces, image of the negative
earth, soil and water, wind,
fire
free
you and I are children of the prototypes,
who claimed whoever we want to be
We are not specimens of a written testimony
our dynamic is not a law, reproduced
but by nature of a circumstance
silent agreements sealed and sounded
a sip of melancholy -
from a ceramic teacup
I fancy our quirk, over a weekend bench
My dear,
my peculiars you have to tolerate -
barely an eyebrow raised
were they colourless to you
were they unlovely to your perceptions
were they a chamber of reasons for your kindness to take place
I'd like to apologize
but I fear of misunderstanding and its sorts;
my quantified reactions
I fear of losing our space, once built
losing us, losing you
A sip of melancholy
I fancy our quirk, over a weekend bench
is filled with floating islands
spaces, image of the negative
earth, soil and water, wind,
fire
free
you and I are children of the prototypes,
who claimed whoever we want to be
We are not specimens of a written testimony
our dynamic is not a law, reproduced
but by nature of a circumstance
silent agreements sealed and sounded
a sip of melancholy -
from a ceramic teacup
I fancy our quirk, over a weekend bench
My dear,
my peculiars you have to tolerate -
barely an eyebrow raised
were they colourless to you
were they a chamber of reasons for your kindness to take place
I'd like to apologize
but I fear of misunderstanding and its sorts;
my quantified reactions
I fear of losing our space, once built
losing us, losing you
A sip of melancholy
I fancy our quirk, over a weekend bench
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