missing note

well played, maestro

the shrilling echoes
of your absence
reverberate

through the never-ending corridors of restless silence

and pierce
their frozen war
straight into my peace

even when i'm pleased

you win

portrait

the eyes i give the color

belly butterflies ought to have

all the rest

would be just speculation

free

in the greys of winter
through the clouds of stone
a mass of winged
in common sense
heads south
only one chap
takes a mid-air turn
makes a dive or two
and planes the other way

j u s t
be
cause

blind date

when doors slide shut
find me

through dimming light
sight me

though scissored nerves
sense me

while shutting down
scan me


and see

target

no matter
how close the shot

i miss you

the bridge

if you never saw me again

would you remember my voice
could you retrace the joy
and the sky we starred with trust?

if you never saw me again

would you still hear the singing
could you still picture my leaning
over dreams that did you bad?

if i simply never came
if you never heard your name
from my mouth and eyes and arms
again

how long would it take till the bridge disappeared?

grin house effect

the rain you yell on me

is not the thunderstorm you paint

on your canvas, with your greys

at my window

in my face

soothing shower cleansing crystals feeding flowers

i recycle

the flames you throw my way

don't trespass their glowing ra(n)ge

burn no clothing, eat no fields

breed no ashes

leave no trace

healing warmth tanning wave cooking fire

i regrade

the tornados you breathe out

whistling all the shades of hate

move a leaf not, barely stir

scatter nothing

roar in vain

replenished lungs refreshing gush cool embrace

i repace

all in place

in your face

midwinter bathtub philosophy

if you are what you eat
why can't i turn delicious
from glazed donuts?





huh?

lift

                           

and through the heft of your wings                                         weightless

                                                                                      me

                                                                      you flap

equals

1 word to get it right

4 days with a brand new start

100 kisses you'll never taste

20-something and off goes my faith

1 second to get it wrong

3 ways to undig the hole

1000 nights when you weren't there

8 bites on the one who cared

1 thought for a different role

1 look to caress the soul

1 move and it is my turn

1 card and it'll be fun

see

the thing is

i don't do math

grey

snow your warmth on me

and melt down my black

worth association

                          her love in the length of a scar

                                                             a fight with no taste for war

                         the craving for oven-fresh peace

                                                           his dream of the might-not-have-beens

                            intents being forced into sleep

                                                              a night with no dawning to seek

                           her love in the range of a star

                                                               a light with no shine to dart

kreativ blogger award

It was with pure joy - and a considerable share of surprise - that I recently found myself receiving the Kreativ Blogger Award from Kayla, who runs OCD Lives Here and The Fourteener - two excellent contributions to our lives, both real and virtual. Thank you so much, Kayla!

As known, it is now my turn to reach the prize for creativity... and I am surely not the only one to consider him deserving of it: Nathan from Imagination Manifesto, a place which feeds eyes and soul. Creativity is naturally only one, from many attributes. Chances are, he's been Kreativ Blogger awarded many times before... nothing more understandable.

As I learned from Kayla, this particular award requires that a dozen taste-related items be listed... so here they come:

6 things I love, randomly picked:

- My daughter (as in cute little thing :)

- Music

- Cinnabuns (can't get them around here - the pain!)

- Photography

- Kisses in the rain

- Calvin and Hobbes

6 things I do not love, randomly picked:

- When my iPod runs out of battery.

- Shop clerks that look and sound and smell like they are doing me the ultimate favour for selling me something.

- Choosing an absolutely delicious dish from some delivery place menu, getting an obscenely watery mouth at the mere thought of it, calling and finding out that they are closed for the day.

- When my child is sick.

- Driving (Hey, Kayla.. let's start a club? ;)

redemption

rescue me

from these dubious thoughts
from this breathing that stings
from the futures i lost

release me

from this toxic hope
from the hours long dead
and the needs they evoke

free me

from this mud in my veins
this unweary withdrawal
and its ruthless reign

find me

in the maze of your being

throw me out
and forbid me

to slip back in

to slip back

to slip

audio version

a melodic composition

but i'm not a singer

don't listen with your ears

listen with your soul

prime flight

a
star was
turned on

and for the first time
i didn't miss it

a song was composed

and the newborn got
cradled in my ear

a poem was found

in a rusted tin can
between layers of wait

a fire was lit

from stone on stone
easing paleolithic shivers

when
you came

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song loved

Daphne and Apollo
by Nerina Pallot

Venus loved Daphne and so did Apollo
So why can't I make myself like a tree?
Why must I burn daily and nightly
When nobody's running - well not after me.
Must I wait, must I pray
For something good to come my way?

Oh, Daphne was stupid! Yeah, how could she do it?
How could she turn a prince from her door?
'Cause if you came calling, boy I'd let you in
But you don't come calling, well not anymore.
So I wait, and I grow old.
When I'm dead, then you'll know.

Do you know?

You know.

my attempt

cinch

like the sun gives up shining
when i shut the blinds

much as hurt just steams away
when i quit crying

same way you're no longer there
when i close my eyes

just as rain no longer pours
when i reach my lair

i flip a coin
i pull a plug
i skip a scene
i pick a mug

i hit a switch
and let go of us

erosion

i was here
all was well
heart was fine
lead was mine
walls bright white, speckless

you were there
voice on mute
bans in bold
dreams on hold
tears dried out, irrevocably

then somewhere

along our timelines

we reclashed

and nothing

remained

in place

not a pebble

not a leaf

not a sigh

a reboot

and i'm back to zero
only this time

i'm alone

the
forces
of nate you
have done their job:
the gap has become a canyon

invoice

so Chungyen Chang from Weather for Headphones had the simple yet sparkling idea of recording his poems. and what can I say.. i got so inspired that i've decided to implement the gimmick myself! on a happier note for you, kind readers that i treasure, listening to the results is entirely optional. :)

i have only voiced two of my latest posts so far and i don't really think i'll cover the whole of my scribblings. requests, anyone?

i'd also like to take the opportunity to thank Robert from Black Tie and Sneakers, who's been unsayably gracious to me, having gone that far as to reach me an award!


and my very first one too. thank you so much, dear friend! now, i am not exactly sure of what i should do next - what with my lack of experience in the matter. so i'll do as Robert did, since i'm sure he knows what he's doing - and pass it on to two of my favorite bloggers in the whooole wide web:

Tim from Smoke Signals and Juan from Naovem Quenaotem

i hope i'm not doing anything awfully wrong. could i have sent it back to you, Rob?

thank you all for stopping by! ;)

ff

i had a dream today
of flames and chill
of now being then
and issues gone still

i got some bills to pay
before the jackpot hits me
before the prize is reached
and i can cash thee

i've a confession to make
i didn't word a thing i meant
i never said for how to speak
of the engraved that can't be read

would you please be a darling
and reach for the remote
to get us forwarded

now

audio version