Friday, October 24, 2008

I want to "be"

I feel light, my head
tasting the puke in my mouth
yet nothing coming out
hearing the air I breath
deep, no thoughts
My body lays dead as the
feel of cool air runs through my throat, relieves me
I'm Alive, I'm thinking :
feelings, felt.
memories, left
future, Void
A thought :
just be
I will "be"
I am.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

The feel of Existence

he whispers in her ear
in an empty room
she giggles.
they face each other
he comes closer
wraps himself around her
helpless, her smile fades
the glare in their eyes
their eyelashes cross
she feels his heavy breaths on her mouth
so does he,
lips not touching, yet.
his chest pressing against hers
his hand running down her back
the beats of their heart create yet another African dance
The moment before
they have been patient enough,
as their lips meet
their mind float through,
gazing into her eyes, she
looking deeply back
as the drool runs down their necks,
existence at that moment is questioned,
but she feels the softness of his hands in his eyes
he smells the scent of her body in her eyes
They feel one another

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


Flashes of light
Clicking echoes and an old man's voice
he remembers,
in front of the lens stood fake smiles,
Catching a memory
of a dead mother
That morning
A supportive father, shaving
A young sister, living
A sick mother faking excitement
with pills behind her back
he sheds a tear
he feels the body heat that once surrounded him
his mother's arm around his shoulder, was.
Heavy, he feels light
That night
A supporting father holding his daughter
A young sister trying to understand
A son in tears
A pack of pills left for a bin
and a mother that never got to see the photograph
and we live

Monday, October 6, 2008


Locked in a room with no door
wall, white walls
lost, wearing last night's clothes
pressure seizing my eyes, barely open
the air, pure. No smell,
I touch the wall, I feel nothing.
A light bursts through
Have I found God?
gazing into bright I wait
pure air running out
I struggle
The room turns dark, no windows
Have I found the Devil? until
You took off the white sheets
Where i found Both.


The fact that I am color deficient made me think about a subject that might intrest you as much as it did to me.

Colors were never born, they have been on earth ever since ever, however what I want to talk about is the how we view colors:

I see blue as blue, Based on what I have been earlier taught.
however what makes us sure that the blue I see is not that green you see.

Imagine people see the world in different colors.

A Dedication

From Johann Wolfgang Goethe

Once more you hover close,elusive shapes
my eye but dimly glimpsed when I was young.
Shall I now try to hold you captive?
Do these illusions still attract my heart?
Nearer yet you crowd! So be it! Do your will
as forth from mist and fog you rise about me-
the breath of magic that surrounds your train
stirs in my breast a youthful strength of feeling.
Images of happy days accompany you,
and many dear familiar shades emerge,
first loves and friendships too,
like ancient tales whose words are half forgotten;
pain is renewed, lament reiterates
life's perplexing labyrinth
and names kind friends, cheated of joy by fortune,
who have disappeared ahead of me.
The souls for whom I sang my early songs
will never hear the songs that follow;
those many friends are all dispersed,
their first response, alas! is long since muted.
My tragic song will now be heard by strangers
whose very praise must cause my heart misgivings,
and those to whom my song gave pleasure,
if they still live, roam scattered everywhere.
I feel the spell of long-forgotten yearning
for that serene and solemn spirit realm,
and like an aeolian harp my murmuring song
lets its uncertain tones float through the air.
I feel a sense of dread, tear after tear is falling,
my rigid heart is tenderly unmanned-
what I possess seems something far away
and what has disappeared proves real.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008


Grief, Guilt
meaningless words
A cliche
loved people were meant to die
every bullet was already aimed to a head
every virus was meant to disease a person
created by people to share attention
every person is capable to deal with death
it is the people around us that Make us cry
tomorrow is a new day with a new cliche
Disturbing as it is
I do not care if people die
not that they should
but why wouldn't they
the feel of dropping
the feel of music
life is overrated