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