A View

Alone again, wise again,
finding meaning nowhere
but in putting colour on a page.
Turned on by your sad knowing eyes,
Tortured by the smile of the ignorant.
I felt my being expand.
The room, the white elephant.
Ignore sleep, care for life, think.
No one says anything yet we all sink,
under the weight,
of set laws like set fate.
The individual dries into dust, into a mask,
is then freedom, too much to ask?
Soap-bubbles, petals and butterflies,
can we live our story without so many lies?
I don't want to bring a son to a world,
whose biggest ambition is to find 'a job'
or for that matter a daughter,
to a world that has forgotten laughter.
This giving up of our power,
is tearing me apart...
bring down the tower!
think with your heart.
Looking for the right shade of meaning,
you say and walk away,
this is just the beginning,
you just call red, red?
If you look through the window outside,
you will get turned into crystal salt
dreamers stay side by side
burn them like a thunderbolt.
Someone burn their pedestal,
those the ones high up,
don't deserve where they stand.
To break pride,
to restore human dignity,
you have to skip the slide
and remember your infinity.

azile

Our uncooked poem

Distance feels good, although I do slightly, forget you
all gets renewed,
The excitement and emotion to meet a stranger.
The peacefulness of the bond we've created.
We danced between the lines.
My heart on a string.
No lies. No ties.
You are both the victim and the tempter.
The archer and the sacrifice.
From all the chances and the turns of the wheel of fortune,
very well you know what wins
when the bell rings, it reveals you biggest fear.
Only to find that you knew
your challenge all along
and how to be freed and carry on.
Finish the cycle, with a laugh,
we meet again, in a park.
I can't stand to see you on your knees, get up.
Your fast pace, my light speed.
Time passed us by like a runner on a track,
only to show us all we have and had.
Right now, I feed both of memories and hopes,
an unexpected twin
so unlikely alike, just standing on my road.
I see nothing, I guess I see myself, or the world, or a particle or pain,
I'm used to knowing more than others around,
floating, provoking, never time-bound.
That bubble of knowing that leaves you in a fragile light,
only you can know what I'm talking about in that spark.
Almost completely exposed to the secrets of the universe,
the planetary turns, connectivity, magic, another verse.
Taking a bus and paying for a coffee cup
the simple becomes incredible, like wiping dreams with a mop.
I only want to wake up your excitement today,
that taciturn expression in your face is gonna cause the world to end.
Learn some jokes, keep a job, unify the whole,
let us believe and sink in the universal blood.

Words

Words that fall and stay suspended
like raindrops
on flower petals,
like rosebuds shaking under the touch of dew,
like cobwebs against the sun,
in a silence so profound
you can hear an eye blink,
you can hear a life, think.

Words that wrap your heart
delicately,
in an invisible threat,
of feelings.

Words that sit like birds after the rain,
in long slim twigs
still,
almost floating,
like young leaves shaking in the breeze.

Words like dried dandelions,
grass and feathers,
being brushed aimlessly by the wind.

Words that don't sound like words,
but like the whisper of a candle flame,
like strokes of silk,
like the fading sound and scent of jasmine.

Words so close to silence,
like music from a quiet world,
words of the sun between the trees above
and the stars fading away, in peace.

azile