Atlas of thought

•March 16, 2014 • 1 Comment

Concise. The dove roars. At first not sure if it was an owl. I know now. The sky is blue. Filled with birds. They shriek. Something about a blue sky. Our hearts beat faster in warm winds.  Here in the north. I think of waves. Dolphins. I must have been a sailor. A seashell. Sometime before. And the vapors of clouds. Mysteriously they seem solid. But we go right through. Always an inspiration. A reminder. That things are not what they seem.

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(Beautiful) Painting by Tanja Baltzer, SKY01

http://www.tanjabaltzer.dk/

Endless, shapeless

•October 14, 2013 • Leave a Comment

As the mountains walked oceanward

I wondered,

how growing from seed to stem

was made possible.

Too, I wondered how with every

fallen leaf of each fall

a child grows into dehydrated laughter.

How separation become habitual -

as if you and I we’re not of the selfsame soil.

 

If we were wondrous enough

allowing magnetically to be drawn into life,

like fish and ships

propelled by a force,

we could disentangle the knots,

or if unfeasible it seemed,

at least reacquaint ourselves

to seeing from the eyes of children.

Before darkness

•September 24, 2013 • Leave a Comment

In the moment between the dim of daylight and darkness, the cosmos stands quiet and patient -

As a nun awaiting the voice of god.

The instant is brief

But the satisfaction rendered

Linger upon the mortal as velvety thoughts of the afterlife.

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Photo by Pablo Saborio: http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/#jp-carousel-6945

Hungry souls

•September 22, 2013 • 2 Comments

Cloud formations

Clean the city’s skin

Its buildings like necks of swans

Stretch out to reach the end of hungry souls.

Apples hang lazily in trees

Above the tracks -

We always want to go

To the inside of dreams and curl up

Like waves in the wombs of mothers.

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Photo by Pablo Saborio: http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/

How things are…

•September 16, 2013 • 2 Comments

You can’t refuse your own time
because everything is a succession of the past
and they who lived did as they thought best or baddest.
Now, conscience is a flower not planted in all
but we love even the crooked,
and all hearts has pulsating veins.
The eyes of babies hold nothing malicious.

Echoing wings
of glorious angels.

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Photo by Pablo Saborio: http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/#jp-carousel-6825

In response to a destiny.

•August 28, 2013 • 2 Comments

Black tea.
Faded diamonds.

What does your heart desire
young maiden under a blue moon.
Your flesh shivers,
your mind runs quiet.
There are mountains,
only mountains and eternity.

In response to a destiny

(Photo by Pablo Saborio Vargas - http://nihilisticpoetry.com/category/photography/#jp-carousel-6702)

 

 

The walk

•August 24, 2013 • 2 Comments

Somehow,
Below a cloudless cluster
Of choices
You’ve unchained yourself
Almost
Roaming on the warm
Winds of Venus.

Somehow,
The decisions
Made you lose
And gain
All the same.

Somehow.

Somehow,
Some friends don’t know you now
But you’d still remember
That you shaped
Each other.
You still remember,
But remorse is a stone
Woven of yesterdays.

Somehow,
The Earth remains.
We however will
Crumble like little wings
And
In the moment of surrender
Will we then accept transition?

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(Photo by Pablo Saborio - http://nihilisticpoetry.com/2013/08/21/the-ecstasy-of-water-abstract-photography/ )

 
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