Crazy

I brighten you as I go
my world …
I make you normal just for a little bit
I hold you and cannot let you go
a leaf here, thunder of bullets from over there
you send my way
I sleep but I am awake
in that neverending fog with
eyes wide open
zooming in the darkness
I see them calculating
next hit
with cold blood,
no flutter in their hearts
not a drop of love

I cannot be the walking dead

Another day

I thought I knew enough
about the world 
I changed everything that
was planned for me
before it changed me 
I thought I was safe
under the big tree 
but it died before me
and now they want you 
and our hearts and bones
everything .... but I cannot be
hollow and I cannot follow
where everyone is going
I cannot be the walking dead

Another day
I thought I knew enough about the world
I changed everything that was planned for me
before it changed me

I thought I was safe
under the big tree
but it died before me
and now they want you
and our hearts and bones
everything …. but I cannot be
hollow and I cannot follow
where everyone is going
I cannot be the walking dead

I cannot be the walking dead

Another day 

I thought I knew enough
about the world 
I changed everything that
was planned for me
before it changed me 
I thought I was safe
under the big tree 
but it died before me
and now they want you 
and our hearts and bones
everything .... but I cannot be
hollow and I cannot follow
where everyone is going
I cannot be the walking dead

@kontynentalpoet

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Blue voice

Blue voice from the depths of the ocean
sits with me on the beach like he knows me
better than I know myself

I come closer to the edge I am drifting
and standing at the same time

I am my own life raft – although I have you,
you are not here

Everything pulls me in all the directions
no one sees my internal crossroads

I easily loose track of time when
I stare at the clouds

my face is sunburned and covered with sand
it is not the end of the world yet –
the blue voice said

must I feel tectonic plates crumble
deep inside the earth?

moving oceans and flatlands
further away from me?

must I feel my spine hiding years
and steps of the giants?

ahead of me unknown future calls
my footprints on the shore are making
the new path

Music by beautifully sounding #ritualdrops

know where you step
know to step lightly on the stones
you will avoid being hurt
all the time

greenlifenow aka @kontynentalpoet

Going nowhere

From here to there, there are places waiting for me
world is screaming not the right things not loud enough
till November till November

in silence I dream hearing abandoned bricks and pathways
caught by invisible bat web, going nowhere from my cave

dancing in the darkness seeing them twisting
their left and right wings

stealing their moonlight,
stirring up their peace

growing my wings

Forever



My world needs to be rescued
the insanity of an artist painting
screams in the fields
is an old preludium to the future

now and then
then and now

the soul suffers fires when
the wind charmingly plays
underneath the lonely tree

this world is the undream
undoable curse in the novelty

humanity is on edge
but we must stand strong

we know right and wrong

 

Music by Turkish band #shepastaway #katarsis

#goth #postpunk #darkmusic

Can’t get enough…

△Sco△ ЛАЙКА

Many reasons

There are many reasons why I keep going to the yellow tree
blooming like nothing happened in the middle of pandemic

that twisted everything inside out
that twisted my spine into a stone tower
on uneven ground

that took everything from somebody

but I am hunting for miracles
while they hunt people
I am not lost when I stand here
I am no longer falling into
the trap of lies and confusion

but I always wonder
why bad people rule the world

 

There is a tree with yellow leaves in the video below at 2:15 min mark 🙂

I wrote this poem before I came across this beautiful artistic piece.

#boyepic rocks

In the mood

In the mood for love I am
when it is raining and grey

In the mood for love I am
when I wake up from a bad dream

In the mood for love I am
when the day ends
when the world comes apart

when nothing seems like it is
and when everything blooms
like pink rose

In The Mood For Love – Song Yumeji’s theme Shigeru Umebayashi

Paintings in the video by Chinese painter #GaoXingjian 2000 Nobel Prize in Literature

Gao Xingjian is a Chinese émigré novelist, playwright, and critic who in 2000 was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature “for an oeuvre of universal validity, bitter insights and linguistic ingenuity.” He is also a noted translator, screenwriter, stage director, and a celebrated painter (source Wikipedia)

Disturbed

I am stepping on earth
going to the mountain again
disturbing wild flowers
for I desire to smell them as they are
into a mist I talk
and stones roll answering me
and I see who I am when
I slow down those black horses in me
a small lady in a pink dress
walking through the flatlands
people pass me by, cars and birds
faster or bigger than me
y ‘all feel this all slipping away ?
and I see you trying to find me
and we run uphill

#music #reneaubry

I wanted to see you

Recent photo edit but photo from a couple years ago. Wishing to fly and walk those streets again🦋

I wanted to see you this summer
but everything was cancelled
wedding and hugs and normalcy
I wanted to dance on the cobblestone streets
because that’s how I feel every time I go there
because I love the smell of blueberry cakes
in the air leading me
and I am silly me
who wants to be free