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
....




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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



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