Thursday, 17 May 2012

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.

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