Silence

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there’s no darker room
than the mind cage;
in the hullaballoo of your ever-crowding pawns,
I come to bring silence
and befriend those deadly foes
dragging and disturbing
and eating at you like vultures at Prometheus’ insides;
this merciless army of pawns
gather in your mind’s undead Asylum,
promise vengeance and concoct torturing plans,
and want to leave you exposed and weak.
and when you come to me naked,
I’ll cover you with humanity.
as the pawns are taking their last breath
we are left with
writing poetry
in silence
a sound of life unborn
the light striving to come out
between the cracks of our skulls
imperfect machines mediate what we have.
on the deathbed of my isolated self
lost to the world, disconnected, and in despair,
I found humanity through the back door –
a tiny door now turned into massive silver gates
and in that open space
there is room for growth,
for light souls to emerge,
for me to dive into life and universe’s wonders
always in silence.
and I want to take you with me.
follow the sounds that lead you to me,
wave goodbye to the hollow pawns that bring you down
take my hand and fall with me
into the abyss of quiet
a meaningful silence.
a perfect imperfect love.
the horizon sparkles with new born stars
that clear your vision
I am here to color your grey
and bring an end to restless thoughts
voice your grief
let me put it on musical notes
so that we heal.

This is us

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The Fountain

This is us gravitating around each other
This is us gazing at the Moon together
and the three-star system Algol and Vega
This is us eating together
This is us getting high together
This is us in Delft’s eight-pointed star
as the rain pours
This is us drinking tea and me spilling mine a bit
Oh, silly me
This is us shopping together
Groceries, bread, lots of bread
Healthiest food in store
This is us yearning
Longing
For a good night kiss
A long embrace…
This is us dancing and dreaming
This is us watching the auroras together
This is us talking about gender and politics
and multiverses
This is us playing
Our playground is the world
A bed made of cinnamon and Vermeer’s clouds
This is us drinking coffee together
in our little brown cups
This is us teasing
till death and torture do us part
This is me singing, my beloved
And it’s you who’s listening
A perfect pitch of love
An offer we cannot decline
This is us in the water together
in the realm of wonders and symphonies
where fairies gather in the forest to chant
This is us planting a tree
This is us building our wizard’s tower
This is us performing and role-playing
This is us making memories together
Weaving every day magic together
Creating together
A life of our own.
This is us traveling together
as I caress your forehead with you lying on my lap
A Journey I never thought I’d take
This is us praising the Sun.

This is me II

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The Fountain

this is me craving for long good mornings

this is me (not) saying goodbye

this is me being a soprano

This is me calling out to you

this is me traveling

this is me being speechless

This is me waking you up in the mornings

this is me falling

This is me searching for meaning

this is me seeing life in turquoise

This is me gazing up in wonder

This is me wishing to be well

this is me putting you to bed

This is me reaching for the stars

this is me expanding

This is me being academic

this is me on power relations and more

Emerson and left, left, right, left, and straight ahead

This is me taking you with me

This is me wondering about life, the Universe, and everything

this is me coming with you

This is me digging up the past

this is me being musical and miserable

this is me missing Delft

This is me howling at the Moon