while we wait

carries me forward
curves of the road
while we trace
while we grow
while we wait

memories overlap

memories overlap
and create
a familiar
and sweet
existence..

..throw rocks
into my path
i seek strangeness
and lonliness
i want a sponge as a head
to absorb challenge

i have been caught
with lonely thoughts
but they have new colors
and new shapes
and they speak a different language
and they are sleep when we are awake

i have been caught
with a mind
filled with
overlapping memories
which will keep overlapping
until i see you again..

i need a song

i need a song
that i could wrap my thoughts in
and carry those that i like with me

the heavy
the light
the worry
the fright
the anxiety

the gray and the lonely
the green and the blue
i will wrap
of all of these a few
and i will build upon this song
a new
and will let it sink deep into my sleep
and i will keep
turning my head
from side to side
to hear
and see and wrap
the free floating
toughts in the air
until the new song
is heard
everywhere

the ground still takes us

the ground still takes us
and holds us
and pulls us
and feeds us
and raises us
and lets us walk on it's skin
and lets us grow roots
and leaves and maybe even fruit
and calms us
and lets us lie down
inside
and lets us go back

..it outlives us
maybe all of us

hidden thought

there is a hidden thought
inside this day
and that is what i will see
behind my eyelids
at night
before i go to sleep

there is a hidden lake
behind this hill
where we first met..

insignificance

i need to bring myself to believe
that seconds could mean life times
that we all have our elements
that come to life when we are
most alive
maybe on top of the mountain
or deep in the ocean
when the child in us
comes alive again
and smiles
and splashes the water around
and the animal inside us talks aloud
and mixes with the nature

i bring myself to believe
in the unexpected
and the extraordinary
and i know that it all lives
within the ordinary

words come fast and sound the same
but i have to let them flow
to not get stuck in the words
and miss the thought

i have to mix and distort and layer
and understand
that each emotion is made of a million
and that we are here
and the beauty of it
no matter how sad
lies within the shortness
and the insignificance

little lives

it's very sad, i guess
how our lives are a fraction of a second
in the life of the universe
and how we try to work
with the characters
that we are given
and the minds
and the faces
and it all
does seem like a set sometimes
a stage

why are you crying?

but we try to improve
and do the best we can
with what we are given
and take care of the me
that we make of ourselves
or not
in any case it's true
for me at least
and it's very sad

why are you crying?

the need to do something other
than knowing the me
and dying with me

we all live within a little life
and we have no idea how long
it will be before we die
but we live
or we pass time
and live a few seconds of it

..the unexpected
i can remember the most.

anticipation

..and the anticipation grows

as i try to grow
into my new skin
i try to understand
what colors i could take
a new coloring book
and i gather my color pencils
and i choose sixteen
out of sixty four
and i get ready to color

..and the anticipation grows

camouflage myself

my mind
sets up a trap
when it's left free
and i have to learn
to see the trap
to warn myself
to camouflage myself
from my own mind
from my own self

rich fruity memories

our glaases
are full
of rich fruity memories

our minds
as light and free as the breeze

i close my eyes
and green leaves
and green grass
and blue sky appears

some days
flow like water through sand
and leave the smooth ground behind
with little treasures to be found

a state of mind

it is a state of mind
and has nothing to do
with the outside world

it is a promise
that has to be made

let little drops
drip away
and soon
there comes the flood

it is a state
of unacceptance
of one's self
or illusion of self

a series of pulses
that lead to the scars
that remain to show
that time does pass

to make a promise
you need to gather strength
stop that energy
that controls you
and leads you
to the quicksand

an equation
that would need to solve itself

it is a state of mind
and has nothing to do
with the outside world

dreams

dreams take the shape of reality
sometimes

and reality takes the shape of dreams
sometimes

i can't tell the difference
sometimes

the porcupine is real

to remember
it has to feel real

as i snap my fingers
and walk down the hill
the ground..
soft..
behind me
i remember
the porcupine

so the porcupine is real
and so are the lights
tonight

remind me

so many thoughts
and they all taste the same
they all smell the same
but i cook them up anyway

..and they all
point to one direction

on the way
remind me to stop
remind me to see
remind me to get back
on the road

specks

it's so easy
to get stuck
in all the specks
in front of your eyes
and miss the picture
miss the moments
that the experience
could have been made of

how can you take every day on
and live by the day
when the world around you
is designed to build the future

how can you see through the lens
focus
on what you want
or just look through the lens
and look at what you want
and capture it

the specks are tiring
they become huge
and they change shape
and they are useless

i need a clean lens

i'm building a shadow

a way into
understanding it
might be
to turn it off first

go back to black
try to carve shapes
try to let little light in
at a time
try to build
through shadows
through hope
of shapes showing up
in the light
and they might

to be able to see again

deconstruct
break into pieces
to be able to see again

..to slow down the time

break the old tables
reconstruct

i'm blind
in so many ways
so many times

..to slow down the time

time worth memories

up in my mind
and down this hill
time worth memories
does stand still

deja vu

it will pass you
as it does
and as it will again

the same light
the same weight
the same taste
the same wave
..all at the same time

knowing that i can
relive some seconds
is a warming thought

and you don't know
when it comes
and when
it will come again
passing through you
as a light wave
brushing against your mind
your senses
and leaving you in your time
in your new second
as it passes
and becomes a close future
as it gets stored
maybe mis-stored
maybe stored closer
or in the back

..to be seen
and heard
or felt
again