GREEN

Let me tell you a story and paint it green,
like the leaves,
like the grass,
like the ancient ferns,
like the floating algae in a deep lake.
Green.
Let me tell you a story, set in an emerald world,
where everything is perfumed with the smell of life, not gold.
Green was the beginning and brown the end,
as nothing green forever remains,
but to green it returns,
as a green caterpillar which is reborn.
The green seed, the green cocoon, the green slug.
Let us call the whole planet green,
as even the water and the sea are so alive that they shine, green.
Between the long blades of grass we hide and seek.
Who would want to change this ever abundant chlorophyll world?
Always growing, green is curious and it expands,
like a refreshing blanket of grass.
Forest as far as it reaches the eye.
And don't get me started on the birds of paradise...
in every feather a hue,
dark to the pine,
sap to the light.
The cool breeze that emanates from a green leave,
alive and soft to the touch
was all you could feel, wrapping your being, green.
A rainbow jungle of moss shades,
pale laurel,
green tea to drink me.
A praying mantis in a jade world.
The soft joyful sound of the note E... eeeeeeee....
echoed in this world of trees.
FREE.
Fresh, new, renewed, alive, covered in dew, green.
Strong, overwhelming, surviving, survivor, covering the ground,
drowned of death, bringer of hope,
brighter than fire, fresher than air, more fertile than earth, cleaner than water, green.

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

The Explorers...

Some seek beyond the limits posed,
deeper than darkness,
higher than galaxies...
For others to steal and capture the parts that shine,
and pin those thoughts in a butterfly stand,
to stay in the level of beauty to admire,
but never to find understanding,
but never to go and seek for themselves..

The explorer leaves the realm of the common again...
having seen his finds being played with like toys again...

The explorer looks up to the stars,
the infinite journey is to seek and find.

Some are never still,
Some are always mad,
Some question what is real,
some expand the map.

In his lonely way we see him depart,
the explorer has to be a explorer and transcend his art.

azile x

What can and can't be taken from you

I wrote this poem in 2008 but I really felt like reviving it:

They can control your actions,
but never what motivated them.
They can control what you read and what you write,
but never what you really think.
The can control your body
but never your mind.
They can control what you say,
but never what your opinions really are.
They can tell you who the bad one is,
Put him in jail,
But you will always know who the guilty one was.
They can own your labour,
Steal your profits
Throw it all into a black hole of debt
But your reasons to wake up the next morning
will still be only yours.
They can imprison you,
But your love will make you free.
They can take your body,
Starve your body,
Break your body,
But your soul will always remain untouched.

Resignation is the only thing worse than suicide...

x
azile

A seemingly meaningless life

Down and up mountains
Across vast valleys
Walking in inner city streets
There are people, many people searching for the meaning of life.

I found myself asking the same question
Never finding
Always in the process of becoming, of looking, of feeling imperfect
The meaning of human life
Is to find every moment perfect.

Accepting yourself,
And that everything is alive
For what purpose you may ask?
The meaning of life lays in simply being.

Words can kill what I want to express
The medium can kill the message
The meaning of life is to become one with your existence.
Like a tree. Like a tiger. Like a stream.
They just are. We just are.

We are information, consciousness and awareness in this vast universe.
A beautiful possibility actualised.
We can be free.
Our meaning lays in being, not in reacting.

I found the meaning of life in your eyes
I saw the eternity of Spinoza’s god in your eyes.
I saw the purposefully existence of your eyes in your eyes.
I saw love. I am love. I found love in your eyes.

The meaning of life is truly personal
Alone but not lonely
The meaning of life is truth
And truth is a pathless life, a seemingly meaningless life.

x
azile