Words Like Atoms.

A Meeting.

It is the moment
of waiting
as if something
has to explode,
I arrange my bag
for a departure
a distant flight,
a meeting,

life declares itself unknown
as if yesterday I haven’t learned
the same
repeated,

where would I go?
who would I meet?

to make me settle.

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flash of light in the sky that one day will find its way

Across the sky
The clouds emotionless pass by,
Wind blows my hair
and so the wind will blow my ashes.

And satellite of love
will find my soul.

and I will flicker.
and I will flicker.

waves

Start
From white,
from blank feel.
Everyone around in smoke,
And sailors power-boats make noise,
make waves.
Across the shores
Across the days.
Across.
The bottom
Where the secret down the ocean soul
Lies.
What is life
Absolution.
The humming of the universe
Within.
The heart
beating
impatiently
To progress.

Travel

I dream,
I dream of places
Different from here.
It’s always the same.
Invented.

I m not in that places.
I m here, where I am.
Where I stay.

Inside my chest space tightens,
And my breath delays.

I am not tired of looking
And I’m not hopeless
And I’m not distressed
Either.

I dream
I dream

further.

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Spring is knocking at our windows
and souls,
it’s the end of the February
the end of winters reign.
There’s upcoming blossom
in our minds.
We recognize again.

FROM YOU

Landscapes, velvets, colors of my Mind
They go round and then return – but never in blue , but never in white.
Echoes, storms, vibrations, whispers of my Mind
They go round but never return again, or do they.
Changing directions.
Circle after circle.

I’ll stay here, in the same place up on the hill
To watch the sun rise

today

I planned to have a rest

I planned to have a rest

From landscapes, velvets, colors, echoes, storms, vibrations, whispers, of my mind.
From you.

Landing.

In the back garden plays my tree and this light bulb upon my desk.
The city behind hot, like the water boiling in the kettle for my coffee.
Perhaps it’s better to drink tea.

Because everything is becoming foreign,
all that is called lifes happiness.
It’s isolation.

Landing. Darkness. By the sea.
Too fast burns the cigarette in my fingers. and I’ve left two.

I sit uncomfortable by the desk, eager.
Every city is boiling.

I’m not free.Who is free.

This flashing light bulb.

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Lying on the back,
watching white ceiling and
the breaking light stripes
coming through the midday window.
Something is over now.

You take repose.

First days of peace.

My mind, My mind
Into the night into the stars
Wars
So many over-lights
Into the radiated nature
Into the grey and velvet clouds
Sudden downfalls
explosions.

I need white

White dove
White flag

a thing of any kind
bringing
peace
Into my mind.

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You’re gone
but your shade against the wall
still stands,
faint.
You whispering inside my hearing.
I hang on to
the rays of light,
the sun,
chants of the night.
It’s the division of our sounds,
muting reflections
in the day dream state.
I doubt the fog is on its way
to cover
the emptiness.

Universal

Fly try
grow flow
fall call
map trap
green scene
tube cube
television
neo-vision
dramatic magnetic
lift drift
dream
here-near
hereafter
Universal.

Here with nature.

It is the way of living beings.
The unexpected waves of the disaster.
And all these ways are natural
and born from nature is not an easy way.
As calm as it can be, it easily can be a storm.
As long as we are here to stay.

With turbulence or silence.
One way or the other.
As long as we are here.