My Places December 18, 2008

I’m free .. I proclaim uselessly

My soul in torture.. can’t find a way

To break through this world of body language

I fee my illiterate fences

Fancy cars.. I find it an impossible task

To memorize all their trade marks

As shining jewelry obtained

By scrambled mannequins ..

Signed with figures terminal..of sounds

 

In each struggle to approach

I fail.. can’t find a way to crawl in

Crowds talking about initiatives

Making up colors ..shades of white

Skulls wrapped in camels hair .. wigs..

Walk certain of their beauty..

Like swans.. never realized how soaked

Stroke to that beyond

I keep distance

 

……and I.. too poor always been

 and tired..

Of playing roles never mine

Such a big difference to that place

Where I belong.. to my heart..

My own music I conduct..

Here where I tasted adornment

And ornaments..of my own

Don’t ask me to jump over there

Where it’s tasteless and tactful

There where I do not belong

At weddings..

At funerals..

At grandhills hotels..

And mines..and cages..

At zoos.. and manuscripts

 

Take me to sonnets

Take me to wild ranges

Take me to your rage

Take me to your jolts

To your lightenings..

Under the pillowed tree

Inside my cocoon heart

I feel safe..in wait..

for my final release..

 

 

 

 

absorbance December 10, 2008

Some leaves are sponges

absorbing light.. as wedges

accepting defeats as victories

embracing the universe

gazing at stars.. riding the winds

ruining walls unveiling insights

fighting fiercely to get that ocean ride

 

……There…..

Can’t get too involved in oceanic rage

Droplets of fear measured

in motion tides.. and foamy trance

A cruel movement I can’t precise

Squeeze no more, the bottom already

tied up.. spitting white saliva and dilemmas

not fit in brains nor in senses..

in common .. nor in adapted..

 

Turn .. spin it around..

Spread it all ..

in green lanes..instead

and migrate to other spaces..

Deliver it to the sun..

Show yourself.. abandon it

Spread your nudity

Deliver your pain..dry it up

under the sun beams..

until shivers..wrinkles and quivers

 

You are not to be blamed

How to differentiate of cruelty and innocence?

your rights or others’?

When  all ears turn deaf..paralysed

by chaotic noises.. of hearing drums ..

hitting beats.. headaches and migraines

When no one listens.. busy in privacy

and seldom affairs..

 

It makes no difference at all..

since In fall…

leaves are always free-delivered

at your front door

..

 

 

 

 

His servant December 1, 2008

Transported to His world

Under His demand

He lets me collect few words

Flowers from His realm

A capture of an instant rapture

 

With a handful of insights

A borrowed hand

Holding a pen..

Words utter what

The mind conceives not

 

A gift a reward providing

Some sort of delight

“I”, a voice of “He”

A device in his hand

Yearns to be…

His loyal servant

Shiny at day and velvet at night.

 

Mich

Transcending and Ascending.. in endless simultaneous exchange December 1, 2008

 transcend and ascend simultaneously

Promptly, punctually without any delay

The earth arms are here to welcome your matter

Transfer your irrational diseases through my trunk

Let it all be buried into the soil

The soil of our decomposed ancestors

Enriches our leaves.. our enchantments

Our melodies.. our hymns

Strengthens our faith..

Fastens our strength

 

And we rise up from death to life

Head- up.. arms opened, eyes closed

with a smile..  we receive the rays..

We get carried away.. silently

We believe we exist,

In our existence…

The faith of some God,

Whose word is sacred..

Thus are our words..

Shall be prominent

When the flesh is exterminated

Echoes of the heart will always remain..

 

 

 

Mich

 

 

 

 

 

 

The monster who forgives November 28, 2008

At first it was a hit on my back

Anger has been visualized

Developing.. encountering

The whole.. of me

Arising from the dead

A monster in a flesh

I huffed and puffed

Swore and threatened..

A lifetime avenge..

 

In time, at a sunrise..

With a bird singing..

With a friend’s smile..

Meeting with My child’s eye..

The consent.. finding a lullaby

I am yelling at myself now..

Swallowing all the self-blame now..

….Kicked anger outdoor…

Gathered myself back..

Avenge fades away.. dies

Empathy rules the state..

Reminding me :

“we are all alike” ..

.. In diving lessons..

.. In life as in death..

I am a hitter too…

I recall…

 

 

….

I get up on my feet ..

Forgive..

I need to march on

Head up high..

eyes melting into the sky

 

Portrays November 28, 2008

Dysfunctional traits

Inhibit our portrays..

 

A fish  on  haze

a struggle for change

a murmur .. in the horizon

an echo…

unlocking sounds and games

 

 

 As she lands

.. everyone in her memory..

An image of her face.

 

Envy me November 21, 2008

Envy me..for scars and remaining traces

From our last passionate embraces

Remaining of your unborn kids dwelling in my womb,

Swimming affluent in my stream,

Looking passionately for a unifying field ,

Envy me, for the bruises and wounds on my knees,

And sculptures of flames delicately carving by brains..

People kneel for the intentions to pray

I knelt to worship our moments of ecstasy

Two bodies in one soul merging astray..

 

I’m to be envied by all strange faces..

Loosing their way to such traces

Labyrinthe November 17, 2008

Suck my dreams
Sink my tease.. if you wish
Swallow me..
Adapt me..adapt my memory..
If you could
Convince yourself I’m a puppet..
Your puppet
An ant in a colony
marching in search to proclaim..
what? a glance?
A sip in a marble..useless and in vain?

The truth?
fallcay of molecules
Scientific proofs..devastations

Did You ever think I would believe?
that I could possibly proclaim?
to adopt words..
In education and dictionaries..
like honor and loyalty?
what two awkward fools..
many are..words to be castrated
in tribute to Darwin and Breton
my favorite animator remains..
my trips to..
your brain molecules..
and my adventures in your labyrinthe.

The Rythmic Dances May 21, 2008

Watching You dancing slow at the rhythmic blues of the breeze,

Going insane at the beat of the wind

Naked, shining all your wits under the sun

Showing it all proudly to me..

Shamelessly, careless about perseverance

And all its submissive children

Free and madly in love

I run towards You..climb into your arms

Look up for your enormously erotic branch

Entering me up… I dig it all in, spin it around..

We would dance..about life

At the beat of pleasure crowns

Envious disastrous and destructive empires

Chaotically troubled

A dance of all elements

We burn our desires alive

Inhaling all spells of burnt

witches and wizards

embracing their yells

revenging the suppression

our hair flees away of the head

spitting out melodies of imprisoned men

calling for freedom

enslaved generations in cages

 

I would be named after some mean witch

Once lived

And You would be the invader of the thrown..

I don’t know May 14, 2008

“I don’t know”  … such a beautiful expression..

humble and clear, warming and friendly…

appeasing the mind soothing the wounds..

the sight of the blind it is..

with its shining strays burn..

so I have to put on my sunglasses forbearing it..

dragging me to be a nomad..

I never want to be satisfied in laying every night in the same bed,

But keeps moving on..in places,

Never one pillow to lean upon,

But a bird posing for an instant on the ground,

Picking up straws from here and there

Building its nest, hatching eggs and..

Leaving it up to be destroyed by nature,

With gratitude,

Carried by wind to other lands for other purposes,

Some of the straws worn out, as corpses dried out,

To be dissolved.. thus reused ..

All are significant deeds.. attitudes..

Manners ..thrown into the ocean of life

With no regrets..

For life, death is always there..

Awaiting to nourish it..as we nourish each others..

 

“God bless You”, “thank You”

Uttered words unconsciously..yet meaning deeply

The essence of existing .. is needing each others..

 

“I don’t know” is just a naked adventure..willing

To wonder around..everytime a “knowledge-man”

About “the truth”  proclaims..

 

 

Mich