Walking down into the forrest

Walking down into the forest,
dear, I lost myself
among the tall trees,
I only knew the sun and earth.
And before I could pass
the green hues told me
to relax.

Walking down into the forest,
dear, I found myself
a voice talking in riddles,
I took a deep breath
and a step ahead
no reason to go back,
not even to pick berries,
so long is the path!

Walking down into the forest,
dear, I lost myself
among the leaves, the roots, the branches
and a song by a little bird,
I realized that in the forest,
dear, I am myself.

Silence

And again I am eaten by the silence,
and again I am transformed by the silence,
and again I am silent.

Once you empty your mind
clean of all useless words,
I seek refuge in silence
and again I am hidden by the silence
and again I am swallowed by the silence
and again I live in silence.

Silence turns into ideas,
dreams, thoughts, planets, visions,
and again I stay in silence,
because we began in silence.

Whatever Prometheus! Whatever Psyche!

Whatever Prometheus! Whatever Psyche!
your myths are not my story, however bad.

Whatever Prometheus, steal the fire again,
from the Gods for us mortals, thanks.
Whatever Psyche, peek into Love's face again
to re-find it in the Underworld, yes.


Whatever Prometheus! Whatever Psyche!
your myths are not my story, however sad.

Well, Prometheus, you went and gave us eternal light
did you know that either way we would forget how to purify?
And there she goes, there she flies....
So free, so human, Psyche
your encounter with Eros was quite a fight.
The soul thus finds love, Right?

You two made the mistakes so we wouldn't have it so bad,
but I still say:
Whatever Prometheus! Whatever Psyche!

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