If words are made from stardust
Then every thing I’ve ever said
Is made from light,
Even the bad.
If people are made from stardust,
Then every person I’ve ever met
Is made in heaven
Even my enemies.
If worlds are made from stardust,
Then we all are born
In outer space
Even the ones among us
that lack imagination.
So how best to explore the cosmos?
When here,
In this big blue planet of ours:
Are a million galaxies to explore.
Music is so much more than sound
bohemiaspeaks
Music is vibration.
And all that which lives vibrates:
Music is life.
All that which loves vibrates:
Music is love.
And then those times
Where life like pleasant clouds
Softly moving through the sky
Without a chartered course
Yet never lost to gazers
from below
And then those times
Where life like wine
Poured into glasses
Red and ripe with zeal
Making us soft at head
Yet never foolish
In our choices
And then those times
Where dreamy Sunday afternoons
Ending with a setting sun
Perched atop a golden gleaming sea
Are simple yet magnificent
Without the need
for audience
And then those times
Where magic lost
Inside our hearts
Is filled with madness
Roaming like a ceiling fan
Only to find ourselves
Where everything began
And then those times
Where life has passed us by
Measured by our memories
Smiles and loves and cries
And then those times
Where life content with what
we have become
Heavy oak trees
Rooted in the ground
Still reaching up
Trying trying trying
To be free
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Love is
The most powerful
force
on the face of
this earth
Binds us together,
breaks us apart
Like the crackling wildfire
Burning through
Forest land
Melting sky with earth
Trees with flowers
Predator with prey
Into a winged
pitch black
amber butterfly
Set free
Gently floating
Above a brazen inferno
Immune to its raging heat
Aloof
Searching for a new place
To call home
To rest
To breathe
To mend
what has been broken
Yes,
when the summer blaze
subsides
There is autumn
And a long cold winter
But then again
there’s spring. :)
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Let me write now alive and well
Roaming in my thoughts
Like I have never roamed before
My heart in pain and soul in anguish
Freed
From all the hubris and make belief
I bear the coldness
of my naked solitude with pride
I will not budge,
I will not hide
But I ask myself:
What difference could I have made?
She’s like a broken water fountain
On a warm day
The thirsty stand in line to take a sip
But all that she can serve them are her tears
And as I stand in line and wait my turn
I’m writing these few lines
To keep me company
I’ll never have her
Although we could have had the world
That’s just the irony of every beautiful thing
It’s always at a distance,
fleeting, beyond reach
But no
I will not budge
I will not hide
I’ll stand under the scorching sun for days
Until her tears and mine
Pour their way into a stream
And share some journey
Towards a setting sun
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I walk barefoot,
Not because I’m naked
Nor poor
Nor in need of shoes
But because I’m curious
To feel and reconnect
With clay beneath my feet
And muddy fields
To voyage through
A forgotten world
That’s right beneath our feet.
Now, we walk barefoot
Together
Fields a bit more green to touch
And as the blades of grass
caress our heels,
the sunshine rains
between our toes.
I feel I know you more.
We dance
I witness all your life
Your past and present
and what’s to come,
As your feet sway gently
across the floor.
And in the morning,
Our hearts still cold
From the loneliness of night
But our feet are bare
and slightly touching
anticipating another day
Making shapes,
telling stories,
and leaving footprints
on our way.
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(Adapted from my post on October 18, 2013)
That which we call life
That which we call love
Serenaded under the sun
Hanging in the air
Dancing in a cup of coffee’s steam
Broken like the grass beneath us
But green
A withering apple tree
Will ripen with the days,
And share its fruity love
With bees and mocking jays.
In snowfall there is hope,
For those of us who roam
The footprints of a deer
Will always point towards home
And scorching suns may turn
A sandy shore to coal,
But wavy seas will rise
To soothe our aching soles.
Those seasons of decay
Will always end in May
And every broken heart,
Will mend itself with clay.
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And never
Would I have thought
That we would share
Those words
From all the words
That we have shared
And not
Only a few
To mark the end
As they depart
Into that haze
Above my thoughts
I greet your words
With rain
To fall upon
A different land
To meet again
Endless conversations
From the sky
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Confined to the very elements that make up who we are, we struggle every day to break the rules of nature. And little do we know that nature’s rules are only broken with little blows to our inner selves and to those we love around us. Above the rubble of what we break are countless heaps of problems that need repair. And only through the same collective pain that wrought this err can we find amends for our transgressions.
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What does writing teach us
Other than to love
What blot of ink
Can say a word
Without a mouth
To make us hear
What voice pronounced
Can speak to us
Without a thought
To resonate in our minds
Yet speech without a sound
Can change the world
With words of love
What pen, what paper
Can speak louder
Than our hearts
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That longing
Slowly dying
At the bottom
Of your chest
You can feel its heartbeat
Faintly throbbing
Rising every morning
With you
Still awake
For years
Like a school of daisies
Waiting innocently
For the sun
To shine
Feeding from
The coldeness of
The earth
Taking refuge in a soil
Roughened by the days
Each grain of sand
A thousand years of memory
Stale waters
Soaking roots
Soggy pores
Sleepy buds
Blossoming peacefully
Only when its time
Beyond the stories
Of this world
Transcendent is
That uncivilized passion
That raw melancholy
That natural desire
To expand
Germinating in every grain
Of pollen
That instictual love
That beauty
That currency of existence
Ethereal
Swaying beneath
Our ignorant eyes
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Slow footsteps, but sure ones through the morning mud. Mortimer was awake and waiting for us to save him. But as we walked around the mountain tops the day fell victim to the dark. What cometh then, we could have never known.
Long winters hibernating through our memories, spring cleaning for a braver day. The cold inside was profound. The darkness bleak like raven skin. A thousand pies would never make me smile, a thousand winds could never take our ship to bay.
And in the jungle of that island land, a thousand days of rainfall. Pounding drops of a saltless sea falling from above. Dampening the mud below our naked feet. With every step a squeeling ooze of muddy throngs yearning for deliverance.
I turned to Annabel, she was dead. Our chains still binded us as we dragged her corpse along the way. Our horde was destined to work the land. Towards that quarry we walked with dying footsteps counting down the days.
I turned to Mortimer, he was awake. Waiting for the morning sun. Waiting for his friends to save him from the coldness of his home. And when it was my time, I bathed inside the mud. Stripped naked, dragged along an endless line of misery. I closed my eyes and slipped away hoping that the load of my decaying corpse won’t be too much a burden for those who chose to live another day.
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I am becoming more inclined to share more of myself on this blog. Especially with all the great support and words of encouragement from many of you. I will no longer hide behind my poetry or mask the messages so that I can satisfy the hubris of being shared.
Today I’d like to share a video of a team that works in the World Bank and that’s trying to start a website like Kickstarter in Iraq. The project will allow young students and NGO members to get funding for any crazy project they may have. People that have dreams can actually make them come true.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeqMNAHSvJw&feature=youtu.be
There is no mobile internet in Iraq. There is no online banking. By using simple text messages, this project solves that issue. People with ideas post projects on a website. In return people that want to donate text a special code on their mobile phones and a small amount of money is taken out of their phone credit and transferred to that project’s fund.
Just by sharing the video and showing your support, this team could get $68,000 from the World Bank to fund the project. A simple idea that could possibly really make a difference.
A poem is a state of mind that manifests itself through words. But what is poetry if we lack the boldness to make those words manifest through our everyday actions.
Love you all,
JK
Sun melts sky
Burning curtains
All that’s left
Are sprinkled stars
Across a day
Called night
Twinkling truths
Sexless constants
There is no black or white
In light
There is no darkness
There is no bright
My home this world
And all it’s living things my life
Your face is all I see
Your eyes a gateway
To a better world
A better self
I learn to lose that self
And join this greater good
I smile and laugh and cry
And hurt and live
Until my every moment
Is an act of love
And like a sunset there
Lifts a dawn
In some place else
I want my soul
To lift this world
Towards the sky
So that we melt togehter
Into that burning truth
And join the stars
Making concious love
Freed from tasteless
Immortality
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I walk barefoot, this urge I have so strong. Not because I’m naked nor poor nor in need of shoes. But because I’m curious. To feel and reconnect. From asphalt sidewalks to muddy fields of grass. A voyage through the unforeseen, that’s seen. And we all wonder, why the poor are seen.
We walk barefoot. And as the blades of grass caress our heels, the sunshine rains between our toes. I feel I know you more. Back home we dance. I witness all your life. Your past and present and what’s to come, as you sway your feet across the floor.
And in the morning, our feet cold from loneliness are touching slightly. We’ve left the world behind. We’ve left the places. We’ve left time itself. A sobering stillness melting from below. Bare feet touching anticipating another day.
No words are needed. No sounds. No smiles. We mold our dreams from clay. Making shapes, telling stories, and painting footprints on our way.
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What’s that on your hand?
Too long a story to be shared
Longer than a boat ride then?
I don’t know where to start
Where does your heart take you?
Everywhere
But now its hovering around your lips
Its floating around the crevices of your smile
Trying to understand
The stories behind that pensive look
Shrewd remarks
Laughing but shy
Humming but not carefree
Who are you stranger?
I’ve told so many lies
I feel I know you well
Have we met before?
Impossible
Why are we so different then?
I could never tell
Are you afraid of water?
It’s cold and I am tired
But yet we are so young
What’s your name again?
No need
How could we sometimes feel
So connected, just for a bit
And never have the courage
To ask for more?
Accustomed to being who we are
And with who we usually are with
I may have met my soul mate
We may have shared
So many early morning laughs
But now that’s just another story
To be told
Thought about at night
When reflecting about the day
As I’m getting old
And nearer to the bay
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Poem 104
It’s sobering when sitting by your side
A heavy presence laid upon my heart
Just like a whistling kettle I am free
To drink the fire of our love at start
Then burn inside consumed with my own doubts
Until I spit it out so uselessly
An old affair with passion and some clout
Is nothing but hot air before a tea
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Poem 102
I slide through this world
Just like that jam dripping
From edges of the jar
After breakfast
On cold kitchen tops
Turned up side down
Sticking to what I know
Falling reluctantly
Towards a frying pan
Watered down
Evaporated all around the room
Until I smell of everything
And everything smells of me
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Friends, I have no idea how to continue this blog, this experiment, after creating 100 characters/100 poems. I have decided to practice free-writing for some time. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Peace and love to all.
After spending around 2 years writing poetry about fictional characters from all around the world, I asked a friend who is more in touch with the geeky tech world to put together a WORD CLOUD from all the poems that featured on this blog.
As many of you know, a world cloud is generated based on the number of times a word happens to be in a given body of text. Out of 100 poems and around 25,000 words the more a word recurs the larger it would be in the cloud. So looking at the result for bohemiaspeaks in which characters from all walks of life are pouring their hearts out in poetry is sort of a mini-exercise that tries to capture the essence of human nature and emotions.
Lo and behold, the result is a beautiful portrait that I will have to hold on to for some time and think about. I will not try to make sense of the exact recurrence of words in this cloud, I do not think that we need to. But I think that we can just look at it, enjoy its randomness and beauty, and be grateful for any word inside that resonates with us.
This word cloud is the common denominator between: the sex worker in Amsterdam, the Child Worker in Hanoi, the Taxi Driver in Manhattan, the Investment Banker in Calcutta, the Plumber in Buenos Aires, the Soldier in Baghdad, the Gypsy Weaver in the south of Spain, the Pop Star in Tokyo, the Woman in a Burka in Kandahar, the Painter in Lima, the Whirling Dervish in Istanbul, the Female Activist in London, the DJ in Ibiza, the Cancer Patient, the Sailor, the Sociologist, the Pilot, the Eskimo, the Suicide Bomber, the Swahili Hunter, the Pigeon Keeper, the Scriptwriter, the Gravedigger and the list goes on and on covering 100 characters!!!
This is a visual testament that there is no difference between us all. Across races, nationalities, professions, religions, political affiliations we can still find so much words in common. Words like “love”, “life”, “together”, “dreams” and “truth”. Or words like “fear”, “pain”, “empty”, “darkness” and “burn”.
In conclusion of this experiment, I guess our lives are nothing but a word cloud in progress. It is up to us to decide which words will appear with greater weight. If we take a snapshot of our lives right now, what words would be counted most? What words would be counted most if we took a snapshot of the world? And based on this knowledge, how will we act accordingly?
A famous poet called Rumi once said: “Let your words rise, and not your voice. For it is the rain that grows flowers and not the thunder”.
Just some food for thought.
Sincerely,
The Author of Bohemiaspeaks
Bohemia speaks
With every breath
Transforming the world
But not just with its poetry
Like toilet paper
Wipe and flush away
But physically, physiologically
Because everything is connected
Bohemia speaks about
An ancient practice
By Tibetan monks
Where one is brave enough
To inhale
All the hurting
In this world
And to exhale love
Compassion, peace and harmony
Bohemia speaks
And asks this question,
Are you brave enough
To take part
In this experiment?
Are you brave enough
To internalize
The outside world
And transform it
Transform with it
Into something beautiful?
Bohemia speaks about
Trying to view the world
Through the eyes
Of different people
Random people
And trying to make sense
Of all this craziness
Bohemia speaks
And so should you
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Character: 100/100
1 year, 7 months, 28 days and I have finally completed a 100 poem adventure to create an army of characters with hope that some of this poetry may have touched the life of someone or at least painted a small smile on their face.
Something even crazier and more exciting is coming up! Bohemia has spoken but is nowhere near shutting up! Oh and that’s me in the panda hat, withstanding the cold of Beijing for Chinese New Year 2011. Peace.
I would go through
Arithmetic lengths
To twist the collar-bone
Above your heart
And mold it into
The cage it truly is
Put you on display
That all the people
That pass you by
Are warned by
Dangers of proximity
And to that cage
A magic iron lock
Without a key
An incarnation of
Your anomaly
A hundred heroes
Knocking at your door
You turn them into thieves as
They fret to pick your lock
You victimize yourself
For being hard to get
Not knowing that a cage
Without a key
Is not in fact a cage
But rather just
A guarded empty box
And that is what
You’ll always be to me
You say you’re hard to get?
I say you’re just a slut
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Character: 99/100
To all the dudes out there that struggle with hearts of certain divas.
– 2years, approaching 100/100! Thinking about what’s next! Much love.
This lonesome hunger
Ploughing through my veins
Marks a turn in mind
Towards the inner-self
The fear of living
With no sense of life
Feeding off the flesh of night
Until the game is bear and bone
And every other day
Just like the one before
An empty skirmish
For the reckless soul
So much excitement
In my thoughtless deeds
More like the comfort of necessities
But nothing seems to stick for long
A woman, maybe,
A queen of queens
Sent to me from the unforeseen
But am I ready to receive?
Am I ready to believe?
That beauty
Can be maintained
In partnership
With some woman of my dreams
Or will I keep on feeding
Off the crumbs
That mark the path
Ordained for us to meet
Until my hunger drives me
In this labyrinth of desire
Across my lifetimes
Towards an end
That’s destined to complete
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Character: 98/100
To everyone that’s lost in life. Lost in robotic routines. Satisfied and happy but looking for so much more.
A word
Ageing in my lips
Uttered softly
Carried by the wind
Across the world
Diffusing into every soul
And heart
Melting with remorse
That it was spoken
A secret broken
A gentle invitation
Into hanging gardens
On clouds surreal
Above the skies
A land where speech
Is not required
A place where words are chosen
Faithfully every year
Strawberry trees
Slowly grown
Slowly picked
Slowly savored
On silent banquets
For the deaf and dumb
Sprinkled across the skies
Like rain
Shared with all the ramblers
Let them ramble
A word
A gateway towards that paradise
Consumed by its existence
In watery mouths with chewing gum
Until it disappears
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Character: 97/100
To all the people that appreciate the power of words, the magic of speech and the gift of human interaction. To all the people that know when to speak and when not to.
I love you
More than the bonds of love
Can handle
Crutches made for giant hearts
Taking us afar
Sharing shoulders
Chests apart
But one emotion
A mystic sneezes rain
A vagrant breathes adventure
But on this chair
Forever
We can dream about the
Roads we never took
And picture stories of our life
Stories we could never realize
Everyday a different ending
Everyday a new beginning
Changed, maimed, marred
But more complete
More connected
An eternal bond
Between our broken selves
Stitching light into the unforeseen
A path for us to follow in dark times
A fighter’s mantra
For Siamese beginnings
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Character: 96/100
To all the people out there fighting to become their better self, I have no right to assume your pain but hope to share the joy of your recovery.
Words a million words
Callous judgments breaking skin
Numbers peeling lemon trees
Desires fading by the day
Citric scents
Carried through the universe
Trailed by constellations
Tracing crevices
In the way we interact
You will never know me
But I am real
All our senses
Geared in this conspiracy
Will keep us close
And take us far away
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Character: 95/100
Characters scattered
Across her face
Constant strokes of beauty
Alphabets divine
Telling stories
Tales of love
And heartbreak
With every squint
And smile
A million words
Never said
Silenced by the kindness
Of a heart
In never-ending anticipation
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Character: 94/100
Spring is here
Every blossoming tree
Breathes your name
Whispering a quick excitement
Through the air
Painting daisies shy
Weaving them into a crown
Strokes of color
Lead my way
Towards your room
Behind those cherry trees
An empty hammock
Swaying with my memories
Eternal springtime
Here for me
And for all the world
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Character: 93/100
There she is
All I can see
Across this bus
A crooked nose
Pointing out a masterpiece
Her eyes so blue
And lashes honey blonde
Fingers crafted
Like the twigs
Of Avalon
Dicing through her curly hair
Shaping galaxies far away
Bumpy roads ahead
Simple smiles
Are all I need
On my way
To trust in life
To trust in purpose
To trust in goodness
On this very day
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Character: 92/100
Let there be light
I need not say
And in my longing
Here in this pot
Eternal days
Shed nighttimes
Curtains pulled away
Every morning
Making room for life
In worlds of sunshine
We don’t need the light
The day will come
And with it all the world
Growing, changing
Into a joyous thing
Blossoming with the seasons
No desire
But to be
And in that being
Endless room
Widening by the day
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Character: 91/100
Love is a memory
Waiting to bloom
Love is a fragrance
That flatters the moon
A beauty residing
In provocative scents
Leaving a trail
Shaping events
Love is remembrance
Carved in a smell
A coded desire
Dressed in a fume
A placid experience
An olfactory womb
Fertile with pleasure
Love is perfume
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Character: 88/100
These lone deeds here
Like cold stones casting shadows
On the bright side of the moon
And my heart aches
With every darkened crater
Until my soul like bundled cheese
Is porous from inside
Leaking with a sense of nothingness
A sense of disappointed grief
For all that which I have done
And toiled to create
That bonds of love could shatter
Like feeble snowflakes on a branch
That bridges built
Could be demolished with one deed
That light itself could never shine
Around your silhouette
That shapes divine
Are formed around your lips
When smiling and conversing
That all the laws of motion
Could never stop us
From parting ways
That all my universe
Implodes into this moment here
In present time
Confined by singularities
Of forgone truths
Crying for some sense of worth
For some hope
For some meaning
And for belonging
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Character: 86/100
Written on December 5, 2012
Can I describe beauty?
Can I?
That stare, oh that stare
That pensive look
So subtle
So simple
So sweet
Is all I long for everyday
The stone so cold
As I brush away the morning dust
And wipe away the dew of her exuberance
And all of nature’s forces in my chisel here
With every ebb
My whole world rocks
Until I’m petrified into her gaze
And we are one in stone
Molded for eternity
For all to witness the majesty of our love
Character: 85/100 (Awaiting the second phase of Bohemiaspeaks!)
And empires blown to dust
Peoples slaughtered
Worlds a changing
But here in this sweet bay
A million years of love
I cast a net
The sea reciprocates
It casts a net into my life
And catches all the maladies
I smell the salty breeze
It takes my boat across the strait
No room for borders here
No room for malice
Except of course
For my poor bait
The wrinkles in my face
Can tell a million tales
A million years of constancy
Enduring time, the whims of man
Enduring history
And even meaning falls
Purpose like a crumbling loaf of bread
But in this sea
Eternal springs
No crumbs are gone to waste
I live and die
The remnants of my life
Ashes, scattered
Across the tides
For eternity
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Character: 83/100 (We’re getting closer! Awaiting the second phase of Bohemiaspeaks!)
Dreams scratching at my face
Trying to escape my mind
To pop out of my eyes and fly away
Towards a place where they can be
Inside the bond of marriage we are two
Trying to make some sense out of our love
But passion knows no sense or meaning true
Ambiguity is what it feeds upon
Not reason nor a chartered course to make
It is the lack of reason and the doubt
That keeps the flame ablaze
A passion so strong that it fuels the night
With raging fires consuming all our thought
Between the dusty frames that bound our lives
So much is lost, so little to be told
Upon this mantelpiece that they call love
Our lives adjoin into an institute
What room is there for appetite
After the dishes have been done
I wash away the remnants of our youth
And dry our lustful aspirations with a cloth
What worldly way could we decide to choose
To keep desire hungry but subdued
It seems that what we have could never be
Bound by the sanctity of family
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Character: 77/100 (We’re getting closer!)
A thousand words
Ripping through the void of cyberspace
Colors caught in cobwebs
Fretting to escape
A predator that knows its prey
And so into the hearts of millions everyday
It sows itself and lays its seeds into their brains
It tunes into their lives and takes control
A story sold on front page magazines
The sex, the love, the high
The aftertaste of bittersweet desires
I owned this world where I create
A place where every man can live and dream
Until I met your radiant face
A color too bright for my cobweb space
To hold and keep under a strong embrace
With you the truth is bare under the sun
I need no data to know that you are fun
No plan to change the way you look
Or team to make sure that you run
Despite all this
Somehow you’re not for sale
Here behind my fancy desk
And underneath my trendy clothes
An empty heart
A sense of everlasting guilt
That I could never seem to place my lies
A broken heart is hard to advertise
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Character: 74/100
What can I write
When feelings dwell in ashy clouds
Burning at a million temperatures
Beneath the naked sun there is no place
For truth to hide or lies to be dispelled
What can I write
When letters seem to skew
When knowledge seeks a distant memory
Amidst this bending world and fading imagery
I kneel atop an empty pedestal
That sits affront the tomb of destiny
How could I write
When meaning is so still
Captive at the gates of certainty
That every man who’s ever lived is bound to die
What comfort in that notion can there be?
Aloof from time and figure I bequeath
All my possessions and desires
I sink into a silent reverie
Contemplating moral constancy
That I may live forever trough my deeds
And that the world, through my ambitious love
May remember me
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Character: 73/100
There beyond the twilight creeps
A distant sense of joy
And as I fly I’m swallowed by a setting sun
That cleaves the sky into a solemn darkness
But somehow deep inside my chartered course
Horizons never end
The image of your radiant face
Keeps skies alit and suns from ever setting
Your lips just like the sea below
I cast my coins into their soft embrace
Longing for a chance to dive
And soak myself with your entirety
Between these clouds
Our problems seem so meaningless
Our worries are unfound
The world is just an endless tapestry
A jagged carpet below the stars
Enduring history
And as I fly across this endless quilt
I see your face in every patch
My love, an endless sense of guilt
A flight towards my misery
A landing with no gears
Bound to end in a surprise
And as the years go by
I set my life on auto-pilot
I’m always where I need to be
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Character: 70/100
To you whose words I long to hear
To you beyond the distant meadow fields
To you I pledge to keep my life
For dying means a silence I can’t bear
Scraping through my eardrums in my sleep
Until my whole entirety has been emptied
From holes inside my head
I lose myself
A deafness I have never known
Beyond the noise of your demise
Your words so sweet
Still tear the walls of solitude
And build instead a humble home
Where love can dwell and multiply
To you whom time has stolen years
The final gift I can bequeath
Is my bouquet of years to live
With all the joy of silent memory
Each day just like a silent film
And you’re the star of every episode
To you whose words I long to hear
I hear you in moonlit sky
In children’s smiles throughout the day
In blueberry muffins and ham & cheese
In brewing coffee cups and setting suns
In every corner of my life
You still are there with all your signs
Teaching me the language of our love
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Character: 67/100
Bland, the world is hovering in between
A sense of limbo and some lethargy
And as I breathe it hurts to think
Of all the friends I’ve left behind
A love that never came to age
And all the things I could’ve done
Shards of glass prickling in my mind
Poking my convictions and beliefs
Bleeding all my life from memory
Until the blood, up to my knees
Crawls back into the cuts along my wrists
Toiling through my wretched corpse
Mixing in my flesh until I’m ruled
By pain and grief
An aching feeling I cannot escape
Unless I choose to cut myself again
Hoping that some random flowerbed
Between my feet
So cold and callous from the days
Would mix into this dark-red pond
Some sense of love, belonging and direction
And as I bleed my wrongs away
So soggy from the melting of my mind
I choose to drown in my own blood
And leave this world behind
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Character: 66/100
I am not afraid of that which is uncertain
Behind the drapes the sun may rise
Or darkness may pervade forevermore
But in my mental space
A whole new universe
That answers to the deepest of desires
And quenches thirsts of pleasure and relief
My heart is pierced a million times
By the trials of this world
A million sticks a’ pricking at my door
The townsmen gather here today
Demanding justice
For that which they do not know
Empty values in their midst diffuse
Ringing bells and anthems of old times
To them the world is night or day
The sun or moon can only rule the sky
But here behind my drapes in my sweet bed
So many other sons have ruled my day
Until a point where truth is lost between
The opening of my vagina and his pubic hair
A narrow fringe of laughter and despair
Why hate me if I sell my flesh
When the whole world has sold its soul
And pimped its body without care
On this sweet morn
My fleeting body is exposed
To their batons and whips and words
But I still journey in my mind
Seeking truths that everyone has left behind
Wisdom sings with squeaking beds
A million stories to be told
My bedroom is the universe
And when its drapes are drawn forevermore
My body naked waiting to be stoned
I feel content and blessed to be a whore
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Character: 65/100
Dedicated to: Stella Marr (prostitution survivor)
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To you my darling ginger skin
I cast myself into the sifting flour
And as I sprinkle on your top
I’m churned into a buttery sauce
And melt across your naked chest
Sugar-coating every inch I conquer
With my splendid taste
Enchanted by your gracious self
I lose my presence in your eyes
And fumble all existence in your arms
A simple smile can keep my belly full
A naked laugh, a feast to feed the world
With you I push the limits of my mind
Towards sensations far beyond my recipes
For you I carve my heart with smiles
And marinate my soul with happiness
And even naked pheasants
Cooked on gentle fires
Would cherish every ounce of pain
Knowing that you will be served
Their feathers plucked but their conviction strong
That they in turn would taste of love
But even oven clocks can’t keep the time
They seem to tick much faster than we’d like
Our moments simmer, burning fast
Its too intense
Between the char of what we have
I cannot reproduce the taste of love
With all your tears and sobbing on my mind
I dine on banal meals and serve my hate instead
For man was never meant to taste
The bittersweet melancholy of love
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Character: 64/100
Slicing through the silence of the streets
Let us ride together and forever in between
Eternity and present time
Let us dwell in dreams of victory
Golden trophies and champagne
With answers clear
An endless race with static clocks
Where winning can mean staying put
And staying put is all we need
To move beyond the finish line
No ribbon there to mark the end
Of our sweet course
Only a pistol on the mantelpiece
So that the world can start to race
While we lay back and watch the show
For peace is all that we would know
Racing for each other’s love
On mountain sides and prairie plains
Shifting gears to stay in tune
With our true selves
No matter what is in our way
But every race the rules are clear
Only one is meant to win
So time is bound to run again
Against the odds we play our game
I am to fast, you can’t keep up
The race begins
I come in first
And after checkered flags and finish lines
I’m there alone to make some sense
Of losing so much more than I have gained
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Character: 63/100
A fitting room
My arm around your waste
I set the pin in place
A tiny prick
A sigh of pain
You grab my hand
I smile
I’d sew you to my soul
And leave some pockets on your sides
So that you can find a place
To hide your secrets
But then again
I’m not your size
When wrapped around you
Even a dress itself
Would know its place
Beneath the fabric
You are meant to shine
Naked in your thoughts sublime
Conjuring perfect circles
That complete your silhouette
Come with me towards tomorrow
Why do you refuse to dream?
About another place
About the fleeting taste of memory
You live the now,
And I am bound by reverie
And even though we meet in flesh
Naked unprotected
We cannot conceive
Time between us ripped apart like daffodils
Perched atop two canyons in distress
Peering into mirrors until we burn
And fly around with smoky fumes
Across the universe until we meet
Where time converges
In some distant place
Why do you refuse to dream?
In this room
Our bodies meet, we can conceive
Another world
But when the morning shines
We realize
That we just come from different times
You dwell the now
And I am caught up in your lies
As I sew your wedding dress
I wonder why
You choose to hide yourself
In this disguise
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Character: 62/100
In between your fingernails exists
A callous joy of memories
Your scratches hard onto a film so thin
Trying to steal a moment shared within
The bonds that linked us every time we met
A bleeding lioness perched atop her prey
Falls in love with wounds made in defense
A sodomizing urge as she attempts
To struggle for her dignity
In jungles where mistakes can take away
The love bestowed by many everyday
A second guess, a small mistake
And everything is lost!
Her fangs sink in my skin
But with the aches, some sense of gratitude
For having met such wondrous a creation
For having shared so little time
The trails of blood run through my recent past
Erasing everything we used to share
No cameras, no film can bring it back
So stop the scratching only if you dare
And with your bloody paws
You draw some vowels on the wall
Behind the cage of your emotions
Painted like a child’s attempt
To send a message to my aching soul
The “I” for thee
The “O” the “E”
Interrupted by an “L” and “V”
And finally a discontinued blot
You are too proud to say that you love me
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Character: 58/100
I feel the snow
It falls
Atop my naked feet
Shattered by the cold
Bleeding with desire to be embraced
To journey across the world
To leave this place
One more step
One more adventure
Into the dark unknown
That I no longer fear
Where bitterness is hungry for a catch
Or so they say,
Snowflakes falling
Like there is no tomorrow
But here, there is no tomorrow anyway
Frostbites singing drunken songs
I escape
A pain that makes me carry on
I walk on shores of shattered glass
Where ice takes refuge by the sea
I cross the water to foreign lands
A change of mind, a renaissance
Flowers, shrubs and blades of grass
Play footsie with my fate
My temper bleeds towards the past
But heals with endless hope for what awaits
With roughened feet I trample on my fears
I’ve grown inside this house with all my peers
Just like these trees
There place is here
In forest’s tall and proud
Towards the sky
Between the clouds
Beyond the frostbites and the cold
I am a tree
My skinny toes like roots are cold from time
That passes through these somber woods
Never chosen, never loved
But watered by the rain forevermore
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Character: 56/100
I grab on to a piece
A slither
From a serpent’s mouth
It stings my heart, forever broken
A piece of yesterday is lost
In endless time
Forgotten
Words unravel
Conversations torn to pieces
Letters flying across the universe
In reverse order
Back to the origin
Where nothing has its place
My smiles flip to faces sad
My gentle strokes are pushes
The gazes of my eyes are shy returns
My kisses, suffocating pleas for air
My laughter, screeching moans of pain
Love-making thrusts are nothing but attempts
To stay away
Unraveling time
Our whole affair is in rewind
Irreversibly
A fire burning through my mind
Green parks and sunny mountain sides
Reduced to rubble
Cremated into empty sanctuaries
Where restless souls roam graveyards
Like the blind
Searching for a ray of light
Never to be found
Amongst the million ashes clouding sight
And when everything has been undone
A solemn silence, a bitter nothingness
Pervades my heart
The universe rips in two
Returning time to its old course
In my new world
I never knew you
I never met you
To me
You were never born
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Character: 55/100
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In providence I see it all
Seated underneath a parapluie
Jagged alley ways bending through
My mind until horizons dawn
A sweet espresso and the taste of nicotine
I slowly melt into the canvas’ scene
Indulging appetites and fine cuisine
To top the magic of it all
A beauty queen is in my midst
Burning holes into the film
Of memory
I throw away my cameras
And set aside my fears and expectations
I live the now, just for some time
Before the thoughts of yesterday
Come knocking at my door
Before anticipation about tomorrow
Rips through my guts with anxious claws
I sit between the legs of foreign lands
Making love to my dreams
Giving birth to parallel realities
Just for some time
A picture’s colors fade away
The rainy days can make them blur
But as for this
This picture’s in my mind
Its vibrant colors shine my way
It’s time to go
I’m left with nothing, but to say
Thank you Rome for yet another day
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Character: 54/100
I try to contemplate on thy sweet love
But lost with enchantment to your beauty
A fairness too fair in forgetness gloves
The image of such a wond’rous memory
I sleep between the lashes of your eyes
On skin ever more tender than the soil
Beneath my home between my roots I cry
Above to your sweet brow I will be loy’l
Oh fate why must I mourn my bitter end?
I die the worst death that can ever be
A million daggers to my chest I lend
I burn inside, oh passion set me free
This sinful love, I will no longer fight
A new baptism with he who is in sight
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Character: 53/100
Through my goggles
I see another world
A land of smoke and molten lava
Believe and you shall reap
For at love’s length
There’s nothing one can’t reach
And after winters cold and barren
Spring will bloom
A simple shrub
Atop a carpet made of snow
Will signal the beginning of something new
A fire deep inside
Dampened by the rain will burn again
I prep my tools
A thick red flame will jump right out
Of my machine
And snatch your heart towards another world
A heart of stone can never burn
It only melts
In shining molten lava land
Liker rivers thick, it flows
Like starry skies, it glows
We’re blinded by its light
A million shadows on the walls unfold
A million stories to be told
Of drunken nights and journeys old
And as I work my way into your chest
I leave my mark
I mend your broken heart
I keep the fire on
This time the warmth
Is never-ending
The lava flows between our eyes
It brings us joy
I take my goggles off
And as we liken ourselves to the gods
We burn to death
To rise again reborn
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Character: 45/100
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