A day like this We met once To play the game of life Together - like a dance. Our weekend dreams Observing the clouds A Stormy Sunday Filled us with doubts. Typing again To relieve the pain Afraid to tell you To dance in the rain. Soaking wet My whole life Thunders and storms Became … Continue reading Sunday’s Poems.
They don't know. They don’t feel. - They don’t hallucinate. - They have their own truth. - But you don't judge. You don't criticize. You understand them. I am asking only, if you have ever told them your own truth? - Your truth pure as snow. - Can you remember their eyes of fear when … Continue reading Mt. Abraxas
So quick , you were gone. So sad, to see you leave. So vulnerable, you were. So dependent on the kindness of others. --- Tonight, I wonder my friend, how many tears this life can bring to be sweet. --- Tonight, I am drinking to you, my friend. For the innocence of your existence. --- … Continue reading Away.
We, the silent ones. We, the thoughtful. We, the reserved. We, the angry. --- We, the different. We, the humans. We, the children. We, the misfits. --- We, the peacemakers. We, the brave. We, the romantics. We, the non obedient ones. --- We, the abortions, of a corporate orgy. We, the unknown heroes of tomorrow. … Continue reading We.
Edward Norton - Fight Club Too drunk to go to sleep, too tired to stay awake. .. The pain seems real tonight. .. I was shadow boxing with life today, she had fast moves and punches surprisingly well. .. A strong left jab in the jaw, brings me to my knees, laughing off the extreme … Continue reading Bloody smile.
Winter's Arrival, Amsterdam - by Yary Dluhos ....... In the canals of Mokum, my love, I am drowning every Monday and come back to life Friday night. ................. The peace is the absence of life, and the wind blows strong, almost angry with us. ................. In the canals of Mokum, my love, I am drowning … Continue reading In the canals of Mokum, my love.
The power of the noise. The white sound of a broken TV. The millions of meaningless content just for attention. Videos that generated from AI readers. The war on catching eyeballs. The sugar coating of an existence dedicated to serve pleasure. Listen the Gurus! They know! Stop the voices that do not serve us. Shut … Continue reading Voiceless.
I came with my machine full of noise. Only few months old, at the edge of the road, you were standing there, looking at me. What made me stop, I do not know. My heart melted, what I was feeling, I could not understand So vulnerable you were, so curious. Like myself. Its head in … Continue reading Vega.
When I was little we had two little parrots, one blue and one green. One male and one female. The blue was mine and my sister had the green. They were staring from their little cage, singing and staring us for hours every day. Eternally jailed from love. Singing and staring us. The blue and … Continue reading Birds.
So little to want... just a beer, a cigarette, a small place to stay with a window in the street. Everything you ever wanted. Careers, Partys, Christmas, Hot girlfriends, Cars, Exotic destinations. Detached from the world. A true nobody. Just a beer, a cigarette a small place to stay and a type writer. Observer of … Continue reading Low life charm.