What can I say

Can we last till the winter?
The cold is getting a hold of hope
Time to freeze or burn
Get up from your knees
Good bye to the dream
Wake wake my dear
There are no words to apeace what I feel is coming in the breeze
The storm is gonna clear it all
We wont be wearing a uniform
So much, so much love
So much pain as well
Ignorance creates pain long term
I'll never be free from the joy and pain
of perceiving
Real freedom lays beyond understanding
Well, understand that
But is it enough?
Is it ever enough?
It's time to evolve.

That's what I think and this is my face.

A moment in the present.

I sold my hopes for a rhyme.
To capture the beautiful dances of your speech,
or the intense eyes of a mime,
I sold my hope yes, for a world to reach.

I put our secrets down on paper
and turned our privacy into poems
I sold, yes I sold my story,
for it to be read by lovers.

The simple and the sublime,
the new, the old, the lost.
My guitar lays against the wall,
the G string missing
your silence still hissing.

Sometimes I drift away even by your side
and think about better times
times I've felt good.
You suck. I write. Drink. Repeat the rule.
I live deliberately nowadays
on hand on my heart, the other extended,
ready to be surprised and to document it.

Words for a Century of Turns

We lost our power, we reclaim our power.

Each one goes through all the stages of love, in an hour.

We claim to know the answers; we clear ourselves from doubt,

We feel a short sharp glimpse

Of what is all about.

We inspire one another

We think about things that others wouldn’t bother.

We join in ideals, sister, brother.

I try, you try, she tries too,

We live life as a prize, even if we struggle to pull it through.

We sing through pain.

We read through pain.

This century’s mind prison is the wage slave.

We have it so easy really,

I mean comparatively.

We are all so free.

So free we choose to live in bondage, he said to me.

When we don’t have our dreams stolen.

Our faces tired, our feet swollen.

We grow wings, we break strings.

Sink in warm water to be reborn.

Philosophy makes good intellectual porn.

In the name of liberty, escape the city.

Oh come on, use what you learn.

Being a better person is actually something that you earn.

The high standards of magazines that will never understand you’re unique

So many broken souls doing their critique.

Broken politics and religious shame.

Some many lies told but we are not falling in the game, again.

Rhetoric might make a wonderful speech.

But I’m not listening lalalalala you see.

There’s still a lot of potential to reach.

We know and now we seek.

The world is a teacher, and not what it seems.

The feeling so strong.

The hope so young.

The world so old.

Extended arms, open fields.

Get them caught before the arms deals.

I heard you say between the smiles.

The future darling, is in your hands. 

Without Knowledge

What are we without knowledge?
Even if we were full of beauty, talent
what would we be without knowledge?
It'll be like having wings, and not knowing how to fly.
Like having legs and not knowing where to run.
Why being beautiful, even perfect if you're empty?
Seeing a drop and ignoring the ocean...
What is it then a human, without knowledge?
Flesh and bones
and a starved soul.
We would have no laughter, no imagination,
no sky, no horizon...
What for should we have a brain
if it receives nothing, awaits nothing, says nothing and carries nothing.
What are we, so simple and so fragile... without knowledge?
Tainting, crawling in a world, so uncertain.

A Waltz.

We're all very likely to fall into vice,
well when there's cake everyone wants a slice,
He told me 'Hey sweetness don't compromise'
if you don't hear yourself you'll take advice
from a world that resembles a broken hearts club...

You choose what is best and feel all so nice
but under the table beware of the mice!
you wanted a feast, now your living on rice!
Yes, there are much more important things than size!

And yes your eyes will hurt when you realize
that its a long way to find paradise
start your journey now or you'll pay the price
show me a smile before we turn into ice!

See, in love there's no such thing as thinking twice
you want or you don't
its not down to the dice
Come let's be honest and look me in the eyes,
So we can go back to silence, because silence is wise.

All that we were...

I opened the door
to all the we were
pieces of life,
now lay on the floor.

A gaze to what was,
writings on the wall
like in ancient caves
tell us of a life, now gone

Covered in dust,
memories, that's all
Sounds once lively
now are silent.

Look at the roses
its like they know
they hung their heads,
as the past is gone.

Look through the window,
peep through a hole
break into the place
you once called home
it once held your heart but it holds it no more
all and all its just a story to be told.

Its like a vision
we were so young
your dreams were intact
my dreams weren't even born.

Our love was a fresh new bud
and now lays in pieces
in the old home
along with history,
and the things we should have told.

Feel the wind,
its like it knows
wipes out the cobwebs
sweeps away the old.

Look through the window
peep through a hole
break into the place
you once called home
it once held your heart but it holds it no more
because the past is the past and this past is gone.

(to be song lyrics by E.V.)

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

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

THE LIARS...

They talk so soft
the liars,
they find your world
the liars,
they sing fake songs
the liars,
they speak in tongues
the liars,
they gain your trust
the liars,
the blow gold as dust
the liars,
they crawl and hide
the liars,
they put you in dream land
the liars,
they send shivers down your spine
make your heat beat slow, then fast
there's a way to make them stop,
you need to wake up
and not be one of
the liars.

azile

SO I AM....

I am.
Mind like a roulette, an Ecuadorian-Russian roulette,
Heart like a hyperactive bird in too small a cage,
My face is my story and my body my soldier,
A lonely human being... and some friends...

A person as a wish...

Things become relatively easy, with time. The hardest, the harshest, the longest, the impossible. Then, it exists. You were a granted wish. Everything in you now was once a dream of mine, a dream of when my mind didn't know how to scheme, how to wish, how to love. You came ready made but you were impossible to know.

Did you ever wanted to know what my dreams were? What I was looking for? Well look no further because it was you. You were my ideas of the past all turned into flesh. The past. The reality was too close to the fantasy. You were hard to handle, you were like a new technology of human being that came without instructions. I was lost. I had to look no further and thus the quest had ended. There I was, twisting and turning with my present from the Universe. Me? Well before you I was a dreamer of course. Imagining and planning. You? Tall and entertaining, so fun. Your smile looked like it didn't belong to this world. Enchanting. I was hypnotized and paralyzed. I don't know how to belong to anyone.

 I really had to make you go away. I pushed you and said 'I'll be happy if you are happy, somewhere, anywhere, but not here' you smiled at me liked that, it broke me in half. The story had split in two with me. It was either worshiping dedication, or freedom. Your perfection made me see the rest of the world as ugly. Like the moment when your ipod runs out of battery on the train and you are left hearing the shaking noise of the rails. You took all the colour from the landscape away. What did you do wrong so I let you go? Nothing. You never cared, you blamed it on me. You waited on me. You relaid on me. You waited for the love of two to come from one, me. I was only human and I am no one's wish. You? Made of fairy ghost and all concerned with beauty. Me? covered in bruises and paint. My moves were real and awkward, yours real and graceful. It shouldn't be this way, the boy is not supposed to be more graceful than the girl. It is, it was. I painted you so good in my head, little did I know that you were being created, shaped, somewhere else. I had you, I tasted you, I told you I'm happy. Now, you go, go be happy somewhere else.

x
azile