Bound to rebound

a cautious touch
of wisdom

your mirror smile

captivated eyes blink
through feigned oblivion

you've been masking
for a while

object to interest
't is where you choose to be

to fill that void
from wanting

but in silence
hides a frequency

I have always known

the echo of your voice
inside my head

you are not alone,

alone,

alone

..

This thought

this thought
cradled in my hands
my mind caressing it with syllables
of possible pronunciation

I can taste it on the tip of my tongue
and feel its sweet intention

soft warm meaning
somewhere waiting;
growing in realisation

but while I still long to conceive this connection
belonging suddenly covers the intend
and blankets me
where I need it most

all rolled into one
with - when you speak my mind


..

Reflect

there's a lot of heart in failing
all this pain from common sense
deflating balloon anticipating
to be unpunctured and lone,
for once

and yet again

there's a whole lot more to staying
then the common eye can sense
anchor- or betraying
retains this connection
always reaching out

but when lit up
can it remain ...
undenied

once again


..

(un)covered

canyons ocean wide
subside

moments
of endless white beaches;
indigo sky

a vision clearing mind

this tide is coming through
skin on skin

your bare arms
soothing my transparency


..

Paradox

They only read when they get read
Still, I try to write
before the ink is dry
Although there are better things to be said

Under the cover
of a another's name
I blame
only me
for being obstinate and foolish;
full of pride
But never undecided
when I thought of you and I
Never fool hearted;
always just and forever friend

But these are semantics
Anyone can now imagine what I think
You're the only one who always got that right


..

Be

If originates from a question
often followed by careless supposition
or else meticulous abandon

never starting with when: ...

a more certain conclusion
after deliberation
will ensue with then


..

To unfold

why she refuses to be seen
even in the light of this dull day
no longer present to acknowledge
our view has dimmed
since we've grown astray

why she refuses to be heard
her lovely sound turned mute
leaving all perspective
to whom heeds with care
silencing any refute

why this refusal to best
a distance I can no longer bear
unless this me, is he
who refuses to acknowledge that
when we perceive we share


..

From shelter

grey wound up truth
independent from
unnecessary accessories

safe your boundaries
at this bay;
haven
dim the lights and trust

leave your sound
still deputized;
tactful ties
and statesman confused
with friends that sail

over there

and walk alone
arms wide open
blind into the unknown
sound the key: unlock the song

this fair harbour
is where I'm home



..

Certainly

I look at the place where once there was no wall
Expensive decorations
to replace the memory of when we had it all

Syllables of express,
misinterpreted intentions
trampled underneath our feet

while the roof bounces on its hinges
catering an exit
to the flying need

And I did never understand
this house of words,
that cannot say it all

Defining boundaries and limitations:
not be concrete
but to prolifically enthral

"Phrase your thoughts"; carefully nurtured in mind

Am I the first to fathom?
It is not the questions you ask
It's the answers you're willing to find!



..

Continue

I remember you
from before
I knew you face

but I can never say it

I have always known
our drums beat
a synchronised rhyme

but will never declaim it


we have travelled forward,
paused,
recorded

always disregarded chronology
or play

still, the best string of time
is bound to unwind
present, you are go

we are here
today



..

I am over here

where trees reach
in silence
towards the water line
for more

breaking ground
as thunder strikes

but who claims stake
comes unglued
on final shore

this here, land of the lonely
or the end of the only thing
..I ever really knew

... before



.

Exposed

guess what I have done
I wrote you a song
It's Only Called Paranoia If You Can't Prove It

and I'm writing this now
so there's no doubt
although I already know
you'll be moved by it

it started with a quote
which had to be skipped
for giving away
what's not ready to show

followed by a pun
one you couldn't miss
(got dismissed)
not what was planned
from the get go

then the chorus:
highlighted its way
and away it went
pieces of that puzzle
down the drain: overexposured vent


instrumental bridge:
Hmm hmm hmm
sax and strings in a certain light
seemed like a
non intentional suggestive invite
Oops,
out with that unfortunate slide


so,
you know...

I wrote you a song
4 min 12 of silent bliss
called paranoia if you can't prove it

what became
must be what it is

and away it went
pieces of that puzzle
....




.

Looking glass

Nothing plain
is too plain to be

Percept into absorb
You'll see

Designated design
deliberated
for we

Looking through glass
liberally freed
I must be

one self of all of me


.

Ash

"underneath, we began"
is tattooed on your skin
like a name

embraced by fire
sealed disclosure runs deep
from fuel to flame

but where lies now
this place
that yearns to live

echo to ashes:
what yesterday burned
today will give



.

Breach of silence

And then this sudden wave;
a whirling sensation
How to level counterweight from fall

Bewildered and confused
at so much sudden noise
This isn't just you and me anymore, at all

Where came many only ones;
these voices of people running,
heading in all directions, from

Pushing, pulling,
breaching overall protection,
split us up and move us along

...
Freeze
from watching in doubt
Lose sound and impression
time only, can unseal

The nearest exit inside your head
There, it's safe to defrost and h..

...
But how can I deal
with this echo
of boundless connection
to you

I can no longer feel




.

Futile

- stirred surface

- current runs free

- still

- in motion

- this turbulence

- inside of me


- slow panic

- seeping through

- perfect tranquillity

- ... touched


Remind me where to put the blame

On You



.

Reversed retrospect

I watched this coming and going
of innuendo's
and kept my eyes at bay
..by close inspection:
a preliminary justice of the mind
before we fail to rise

Or is it I
who falls?
My thoughts that tumble
An interpretation
of MY fault
before I stumble
over threshold heights

- straight into harms way
where truth is never the same
Dear old friend
I know your image well
and that's not what's in a name

These threads
have been mistaken before
and by now play their part
Oscar-worthy well
Surprise and recognition:
Coincidence, no admission
There's a difference
I dare you to taste and tell

But still, here I am coming around
slowly adjusting the blinders routine
Hesitantly following footprints
through smoke and mirrors
if you really want to know what I am seeing

Lift this shield against danger
One I understand
but have never been ...
able to be anything
..but observant
outspoken from within


.

Arable at last

those blasted roots
cannot be pulled
no vaccination grown
or exorcist available

cure me of this re-occurrence
this place of no turn
every bud: pre-produce of flower
warn me against your memorable sweet scent
speak not to me of history
for we have none

head above the mowing field
ploughed ferociously
come back, and I'm again
undone


.

Take heart

thrown
from overextended stay
caught in deliberation
further away
from little did we know

one caress was all ...

what defines
this fortuitous world
we're now shown

as we fall and align,
stumbling
into perfect exhilaration


.

Space

Euclid's geometric postulates:

who advances
is forever alone

put your fingerprint
right there
and not be still,
but still unknown

a maiden piece of paper
in a new world to explore

an interval
between the lines

always full of open spaces
reaching for a place to be
but falling into unsure

and not unlike the elements,
that by now have flown,
we are also drawing blanks

where all logic of this you and I
should have been forever,
like axioms, cut in stone

polite society still ranks
and truth of our existence
is left undecidedly postponed


.

Mashup

cut-up from several

severed by form

then paste

cast into format

where no glue can contain

shearing edges of souls

leaving remnants of pain

in their haste

to fly in all directions

and get away



.

fait accompli

I am searching for sympathy in sound

but sometimes
even truth cannot unveil
the complexity
of initial intent

and I hate the seconds, minutes
turning into hours and days

weeks and months
become eventually years
of expectations

whispers fade
and memory recreates
a different, bearable story;
but, ending always in finding
what we cannot grasp

this cycle encircles us again
and again
until every moment of slumber is welcome:
close me in to forget

a synchronised drumming
turning fractions into fractures
in hours, days and months
...
of racing up that slope

where we are always one second too-late in time
desire is a blinding eye to the die
that's been already cast

so haunt me,
but I will fight your expectations
that when we finally start meeting,
will stop beating
one second, too fast



.

Posture

many composed drafts later
but still,
empty space is not enough

no memories left of words unsaid
sealed,
don't cough up

tongue tied,
knotted deep within
fear confused with pride
emotion always with sin

and I am envious
of your eyes;
see this wind
not feel its pain, to the core
recognise the folly:
this umbrella against the rain
but,
no more

trade my saline taste
detach, my shoulder
take these senses;
secure this cast
become the beholder

forsake etch, take-in sight

where can I find this place
of no more torment

my impressed stance in which to hide



.

Away

who stopped the rain from falling
who summoned this wind
to cast that screen of white fluff
away, into the blue
we name this, no more
we banish to acknowledge; we rebuff

who knew this self fulfilling prophecy
of pain from loosing over-absorbability
what judgement lies in that?
who knows what we have lost
what gave away adaptive clarity?
what we won't miss until once had


.