Sliding doors

Down the hall
through the sliding doors
and behind that glass wall

you are waving

And I look around
at whom you see
anticipating
a wake up call

Come back to me

From behind that glass wall
through the sliding doors
and down the hall

But I'm no longer waiting

I am free


.

Meet the qualifications

When faith no longer meets the qualification

where else could lie my heart
but in the centre of its cage
I never lost the line of our kite
the world-turning only hid its trace

When sense no longer meets the qualification

a rhythm to compliment ...
rhyme could be all it takes
but while our fenced idiom is dehydrating
this penning up of plenty still aches

When love no longer meets the qualification

you're clouding nothing to hide
this space was air; no roof nor floors
now filled with smoke that needs no water
to hide a search for hidden doors

When wisdom no longer meets the qualification

what tears apart, this vertigo start
a diving board into the wise
from what curled the corners of my mouth
to what could never really reach your eyes

When we no longer meet the qualification

slowly down the surface
we sink, but touch to compete
reach as far as we can thrust
and sing it, each and every time
we will meet


.

Eonian cycle

looking at this globe through a porthole
is watching orbit ring a bell
sliding doors and open windows
it's all about kinetics
as far as i can tell

the harder I push to get away
the faster gravity promotes increasing speed
and destination pulls me back, to when
your presence still knocks me off my feet

again



.

This slow course

I'll protect you against harm
build a wall around you
dam the waters, sound the alarm
call to arms
to defend and surround you

I won't break
I'll bend
to shield you from the storm
depend on me
no matter what it takes
I'll be strong

never after too-late
but always before
I'll stop this wave from colliding
barricade this wrecking door
seal more sandbags to the sliding floor

my love,
I fear the fact that I don't feel it anymore


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Scent of essence

there is always this line
with which to measure perception
inch not near nor far
balance equals caption

empathise no longer
or sway from wall to door

eyes only, attention
scent of essence, touch its life
through here
and free the sea from shore


.

Definitely indefinite

Still frozen in time
this bookmark postcard tattooed on my mind
Slivers of thought I'll always see
So much for fleeting imprint
that never gets away from me

I still read it very clearly

Who will remember
or really know
the man, squared by disbelievers
preaching redemption with show

Does fire always burn
and where is truth in gloomy clarity
Now we know that given time we learn
that contradiction is polarity

How have we been
since that defining connection
where over and ahead observing eyes met
Thoughts recorded,
instantly react
All very clearly
heading in an altered direction

Looking back that must've been
when we passed the point of no return
which marked the settling symbiosis
of dual counteraction

and probably made this into the analogy
of our chosen affection


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Impressions

Probably to escape reason;
multitude of meaning;
perhaps even meaningful complications

We simplify,
pick and paste
Familiar pieces
that suit our present taste

And wear them
on that cloak we dare not name
where for centuries we could reside,
.. and recite
but suddenly there's no fit
it's just another word for hide
but not a habit forever

So I changed, you say
there have always been crowds,
why now complain
The house felt bolted
without commit
my adaptation is just decay

So here I am,
sorry I could never see
that all's my fault,
indeed, in rhyme, entirely
for letting you assume
I gave up the fight
with words you never questioned
(but now ...)
or who labelled whom
with every solemn plight

but these are just impressions


.

Regarding partiality

dare the one that hopes
there, there,

watch this going through the motions
of uncertain insecurity;
involuntary wondering,
hither and forth

fallen from stability
this void's trepidation

where are you? knowing for certain
this isn't the end of life
but (merely) love

Perfect fit

looking back
we left more
than just debris

no promises
but opportunities
to build a pellucid ruin

far from scavengers
hidden or semi truths
that will only break windows

shards of tiles
we wanted to remember
witnesses to our destruction
lie waiting for another view

to be picked
and re-assigned,
fit and paste

this mosaic
I could never see
semblance of our vibrant past
was always, somehow, a part
of our potential future

Wits' end

those hours spent in indecision
turned into months of waiting
for spring that never came

every single sign of growth
just anticipation?

one day
a lone encounter
might ground us again

watchful moments;
relentless attempts to sow
what could settle inside our heads

careful sprigs of expectation
for answers
we weren't already fed

but ironically,
you only wanted soil
to lay under,
deny all and forget

you never needed to see my reflection

rain falls in silence

still showering you your questions instead

To affirm

all these even spaces
in between
of where once
were you and me

all these precious traces
of us
we wipe convincingly
fingerprints free

every little breath
we draw in inspiration
each tender sigh and ragged cry
are made into an idiosyncrasy

of compulsive even spaces
between affirmation and deniability

one last trial
this mourning
for crushed expired moments
we scrutinize to file, orderly
under uncontrollable possibility

(un)bound

its timeless rain, complementing grieve
while unwelcome motions deceive
nothing worse to believe
than not growing

wipe away that saline tear
pretend there's no wisdom found in what you fear
and seal the vault that makes it clear
there's so much room in knowing

let every restless touch burn
and unbound fissures not discern
what you never wanted me to learn
but were always close to blowing

why fight, not feel
to deny, is not heal
these keen shards from real
I never believed you'd dissolve by showing

I miss this still

laid down on the ground
soft brown soil, we lie complaisantly
unwound
above, a million thoughts look down
my ally
oh mother wind
our dreams, they can still fly

and counting stars
we placed
I can hear you say
without a sound
make a wish
when I come falling down

well, here's to you, I miss
my favourite wish
that we are still up there
instead of
on this barren ground

Imposition

... we can not claim
... we have options

situations dictate
like private prompters
how we behave
and what to say

choices
not nearly close enough
to touch

you and I

have decisions
we don't want to make

propositions
not a part
of this impossible intake

so we simply
break
slowly but clearly

past and present
become our future
far away
and further apart

in shards of what could be
we fall
deep enough to feel
this oppression of
impossible pain

I spy

as I silently watch,
extricated,

all those embroiling hands
slowly
strangle one another

I wonder:

which is the finger
that sugared the pie

Seriously?

your observations
ring a bell

not of recognition
but significance

a random selection
of obvious pieces
that were
self-consciously sticking out

you are picking up
these traces
claiming they place you
in a certain light,
somehow

and quickening your need
to give me
new meaning, a different life
as if witness needs protection

but I do not live lie

your truth;
not my face you mirror

I left that fate
the moment you thought my point
considerable enough
to rapidly re-portray

Its time

you are just an instant away
but away you are;
a defining moment in memory
of a long longed-for melody

inserted crossroad
spoiling choices
all these voices
claiming sense

when will I know

I will not get lost
in losing you
letting go
is all there's to it

At zero hour

Have you ever recorded
that single moment,
a fraction of a second
when you just know?

You're neither here nor there
but somewhere
in between dawn and decision
where everything is buzzing
with postponed anticipation
of upcoming change
Just waiting in perfect silence
(hold your breath),
get set,
ready,
for realisation to emerge

And from within the depths
of your soul
every fibre of your body
finally sparkles to life
Outstretched hand to goal
almost touching ground
Wake me up;
make me a whole

And that's when you know;
you're living
the birth
of another waypoint
to tomorrow

Undo conditioning

I can't be perfect

the way you want

I have my misconceptions

about a lot,

if not everything

And no anticipation

can create

a constructive enough deception

that will last

beyond this unfulfilling impression

of my supposed vigour and youth,

But,
I am candid
in sincerity

If that can be
enough of a truth

from a certain me to you

Return from concept

It is in public interpretation
I fade away a little more
Veracious adaptation
render me exclusively
and I'll be hopelessly unsure

Opinion never consumes slowly,
but surely
grabbing tenure of the entire map
World revised completely
into common possession
will plummet by these rakings
when taking that personifying step

There is more that meets the cover;
size me up and shove me aside
Only words in certain order;
where's that secret held inside?

Full stop!
from screaming to be heard
No more prove I'll always be
Time to return from evasion
If only you'd see the point
and would want to run this mile with me

but then again ...

These are just a bundle of words
behind a familiarized face
you've never taken the chance to see

How fair

How well do I explain
the unexplained

How well do I create
a reason to debate

and rotate ..................... then re-rotate ..........................and stipulate ........ to finally ....

Recreate

another reason
not to move

'cause moving is proving, maybe
I was wrong .......

and you
you were just dreaming

(the best I ever had, but still)

How well
do I really wish to 'just' fight
every single chance
to dive and possibly fall

Head first

Catch me
if you can

Or do I stand corrected
when I stop standing tall
and just let it happen
and then finally let myself
hear you call?

O well,
How fair the realm
imagination opens to the view

To few

Roses

everything is roses
leaves and thorn

everyone supposes
it is silence or storm

but I am complaisant
in patiently waiting
lacking the wish to grope

there's no hope
for further clarification

I do not need to love
this sky above
is blue
until descended articulation

Fading

I keep fading in and out

Like air

In ......................... Out

In ......................... Out

Uphold your steady heartbeat
't's just scribble on a condensed window

But am I

In

or Out?

And will you let the water

be clear enough

to fade at will?

A to B – you and me

if I could travel in a straight line
from A to B
I'd always be ahead of myself
oblivious of where I could've been
the entire map of possibilities
from left to right
and all the memories that lie in between
lost for me forever

we would not have met
'cause you live from my right to left
at the place where I could stop to drink
thinking of the road ahead
and maybe view a map
and then we'd start to talk
... but instead ...

if I could travel in a straight line
from A to B
I’d always be ahead of you, and me
oblivious of what could have been
no mistaken directions
or falling for distractions
and regret where I lingered in between
think of all the things I saw
and never would have seen

but we still
have never met
'cause as it turns out,
you live from my right to left
in a world where I can't stop to think
and I'm always dying for a drink
we have never gotten to talk
'cause as soon as I start to walk
you're already too far ahead

... why can't we turn it around instead

A first

One good deed
Just one

Is all we need to remember

To forget

Once freed
we'll be over it forever

Forgotten,
forgiven

Foolish mistakes;
Winging our takes

Half forgotten promises
left dozing on a shelf

Gather your dust

Gathering cuts
when life passes by

Collecting breaks in minutes