dancing with myself

And I'll be dancing with myself
and singing oh so loudly
I'll jump and I'll turn around
flirt with my reflection in the mirror
And she'll smile at me and she will know
How calm it makes me
to dance only with myself  

(2013-04-27)

the Doctor's Explanation

a Doctor Who poem!

it is not the Sun
it is the Stars
they're moving
'cause we are running
with them at a rapid pace
the Universe is ours
to explore
to define
to love

[2012-10-08]

those small things

There are things
Small things, unnoticeable by most
Do they decide our fate?
and the charming prince will claim that
"No. I believe we make our own destiny".
to show that even in such old time
surely some had the sense of self-value
These things
though so very small
may not seem interesting
At first sight
but then as you go on
You start to wonder
just how Much
they have implemented on your life
Around every corner
something
will always be lurking
waiting just for you
Destiny might not be a part of it
But those small things
sure are

[2012-11-20]

Blessed

Blessed be us,
to get showered by such blessed rain.
Blessed be we,
to get sprinkled by such tiny crystals.
Blessed be you
and blessed be me.

[2012-08-20]

some poems

120727

If it means I get to keep you
I will give you this kiss
but know this, my sweet:
it will be furious in heat,
yet so cold you will shiver.
It will capture your heart
and you can never get it back.
Is this what you really want?

120723

A Shadow passes outside my window
So silent, so slow
I do not know this shadow,
neither want I to know
He is waiting in the Dark
for something, I don't know what
I can not see his grinning face
but his mean soul
pierces mine

my love for you

Blossoms from the apple tree
starts to fall
and it looks a bit like snow
but these are identical
and warm
The sun shines in my face
I close my eyes
and my lips form a smile
I feel a breeze
and look at you

Your hair is golden in the sun
and your cheeks rosy
You smile
a smile I love
a smile for me

Blossoms from the apple tree
fall and fly in the air
get stuck in your red hair
We catch them for each other
the greatest gift of all

[2012-05-14]

The Secret

The field was green, full of tall, green grass.
A lonely tree stood strong and proud amongst them.
They sky was a dark, mysterious blue.
The air was filled with it.
Electricity.
In the middle of the field: a girl.
Her dress was ripped at by the wind.
Long brown hair flying in every direction.
She looked over the shoulder
and smiled.
The girl had a secret.
Electricity filled the air.
Her smile got wider as she looked at the sky.
A strong sound started,
a great humming,
suddenly around her.
'7...6...5...4...3...2...'
She spread her arms and they were wings
A lightning bolt finding her heart
Filling it with energy, with light
The girl soared high, higher, and higher still!
Over the tree.
Into the sky.
She became stronger
and faster.
The air around her changed.
Electricity now in her, stardust around her.
Away into the unknown Universe.
Flapping her strong wings
Finally finding home
Stardust covering every inch of her
A layer so thick she shouldn't be able to breathe
A very bright light
Coming from her heart
The heart of a Star

[2012-05-25]

three shorter poems

you

Your laugh is a waterfall
Clear and truthful
and so, so beautiful
The forrest around you
sparks with life
when they hear it
The clouds are very jealous
of everything around you
since they can't be near you

Electricity

Press the button
Send a spark
start a war
Claim a right
Bring down the world
Play your game
Cry your tears
Press the button
Forget to live

Love

Love
is a feeling so bright
and hard and strong
It hurts
it takes lives
and give life
Everything
is built up of
magic
and of love


[2012-05-25]

Poisonous Mushroom

I was walking
in a forrest
alone
at midnight
when the sun
was low
I was looking at the flowers
but collecting magical grass
and many a poisonous mushroom
I could not refuse
poison, poison, poison
It was my duty

They told me what it was for
'The Greater Good' they'd say
'It'll be better for us all'
That sounds so good
like they really care
But I know
They've made me a murderer

I am oppressed
but I do not resist
It was not better before
It was still a bad world
It was just a world without
Poisonous mushroom

[2012-05-28]

Spoil of War

Born early in the year
his dark eyes opened and blinked
amazed with the world
that was Athens 431 BC

His brown curls grew as he did
the child learned as the student
where life was his school
Some lessons he enjoyed
others made him cry

As a young boy he played
he fought with his friends
just as his father fought with the Spartans
until one day when he suddenly left

He liked to run
even though he had to stay
within the city walls
he felt
as though he could run
to the edge of the world
and the end of time

As a young soldier he was strong
he was excited
his first battle came
the excitement disappeared

He was a good Athenian
they all said
he fought well
he wanted to run again
before he could run
he would save Athens

The last battle came
he was tired
yet very proud
this would be the day
the day of their vict--

It was the day
the last
27 years of a life
from the beginning of the war
until the very end

[2012-05-08]

life as a mermaid

Swimming
floating
living in the sea
Singing
bubbles
playing with dolphines
Occationally saving drowners
or drowning them some more
Collecting pearls
for magic
and luring creatures to eat
Loving the ocean
Loving the storm
 Hiding in the deep

[April 2012]

the man with the smile

He smiled. He always wore a bright smile, to everybody it seemed to brighten the whole room. He did not smile directly at anything. He only smiled. For no apparent reason.
     But a reason was there nevertheless.
     He didn't talk. He answered questions. Sometimes he even asked a few himself, though that was not often. Usually he just stood there, smiling, in silence. They accepted it. It was who he was, and they accepted him. Not everyone could be as talkative as Sacha, whom it was very odd to see silent at all. They liked him even if they didn't really know him. Mostly they appreciated his smile.
     Sometimes they talked about him, when he was not there, and the room seemed a little darker. They commented on his wonderful smile, saying how extraordinary it was that someone could always be so happy. 'I wonder what he smiles about', they said. None of them ever knew.
     He was quiet, still smiling. For once, he wasn't looking. Usually he looked up, or out, or upon them. This time, he silently smiled down. As if he was secretly reminded of a good joke, and wanted to hide his joy.
     When he after that day was gone, they asked about him now and then. Where did he go? What was he doing? Why did he, that last time, hide his smile?
     They never got the answers to those questions. Perhaps, they said, he wanted to smile alone, just once. After a lifetime of sharing his smile with the world, maybe he, at least one time, wanted it all for himself.

(10-08-2011)

don't make me walk in the light

the path I walk is no longer Dark
tiny stars fill it with light
would the sun shine I'd be blind
I like the stars
they are somewhat company
but I miss
the Darkness
It is the Darkness that I know
the Darkness is familiar
and I know
it is safe
In the Darkness I could walk
unknown to everyone else
I saw them
my sight was good
they could not see me
I don't even think they wanted to
Now in the light
a new world to me
I see, but now I also talk
and they look back
answers
I like the stars
but I miss the Darkness
at least the stars are far away

(12-04-2012)

58

Oh, Mother Nature, how you get it right

Fifty Seven

It rained today
Nobody sat on the chairs
The Cyclops weren't happy

Fifty Six

My town in the Evening Light

Fifty Five

Do you remember Winter?

Do you remember the snow?

In their garden we played all day

Do you remember her sunny smile?

She'll be back

Sooner than we know

Fifty Four

The apple is a universal symbol for knowledge, and I think, looking at this picture, knowledge is hard to come to directly, you have to go through a bit of trouble before acquiring it (in this case, push away another branch). But, as with apples, once you've got it - it's delicious.

Fifty Three

It's a cliché
But we like to play
Please teach me the ways
of your world
And I'll show you mine
but it isn't yet time
So I'll wait here in the sun by the creek
enjoying the warmth on my feet
I love you

Fifty Two

Why? 

Tell them that it's Human Nature

Why does he do me this way?

I like loving this way

Fifty One

Go to where it's calmer

Fifty !

Not that many days left until the 50th anniversary! A little and 200 days or so. Plus seven in April.

Forty Nine

I thought for sure that I had already posted these pictures, of some of the adorable but homeless cats and kittens that I met on Rhodes, Greece last time I was there, but turns out I hadn't. So you get them now instead. I only hope that these small things are still alive, and well.

What I found interesting about them is that the kittens in the last photo, siblings playing around, like any kids, are actually playing at the place of worship, on stones that's been there for hundreds upon hundreds of years. Isn't it pretty fascinating how we all just live on top of history?

Forty Eight

 

What can I say? 

I don't want the world to stop

But I want us to stand still

I want us to stand still together 

Forty Seven

If you want to be my lover,
first you have to be my friend
See it through,
but know that it will end

I write songs that are funny
and I write songs that are sad
I hope that in the long run I'll be pleased
with what I had

Keep me close and hug me now and then

Forty Six

REFRESHING

Forty Five

And the pleasant moon go by 
without even watching

'Guys... Where are we?' 

Forty Four

The longing I feel for summer to come
is as strong in its power
as a waterfall, crushing down on rocks
And I want to fall freely now
racing with the shimmering fish
and push upon problems
I know the way out
just a few more steps

Forty Three

Summer lives on in Memories from the Past

Forty Two

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter