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Poetry and short texts. Words that shape invisible statues

Atoms on the Move

Well there is a whole world out there,
With flowers that grow out of stars,
Exploding like novas of blossom,
Engulfing the blue of the sky.

Only your fingers need to sizzle,
On your chest, hot like coals,
Your heart steaming arteries,
Pumping fire, so you know.

That only atoms on the move,
Get the world to bloom.
What is right is the time,
For us to mark our womb.

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Legos, spines and ecosystems

What to make? An ecosystem.
Be a master in your own worlds.
Get reality to match ideas.
Regret is the penalty for fear.
No more guards to protect you,
No more shells left uncracked.
You are exposed like a meaty clam,
On the rock, facing a sea storm.

What you have as a weapon,
Is not a sharp stick or a heavy rock.
Only a sharp mind and a heavy spine.
Get your legos together, there is not much time.

Black and Old Rainbows

No, no, no, no.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
One day high,
One day low.
Does reality show, the show?
Does my brain make up the world?
Is it just the chemical reactions,
That make rainbows black and old?
Some things you see every day,
Reactions are not usual that way.
What happened to the juice?

Drums Tremble

Drums sound like elephants,
Vibration crumbles all our porcelains,
Atoms are in a hurry to make way,
For others to push until they gave way.

The sound is rhythmic as blades of grass,
The sharp tremble swipes all and gasp,
There are only flexible knees,
On the ground, we securely freeze.

Is this the truth?

People want to speak about love,
Hope, getting from maybe too sure.
Spilling all the fuzz, filling with how good it was.

Is this the truth?
Half broken love junkies on the move.
Getting a fix, a half smile, soon.
Running from problems and pain,
Just to live for another day.

Walls Made of Skin

I have a big hole in my side,
I can see constellations inside.
There is a small universe building,
A lot of suns just now beginning.

All the matter is there for the bricks,
Everyone is opposed like it shouldn’t exist.
Feeling like I’m free to expand,
In a black hole losing my whole land.

I see forces that are beyond,
Pulling apart what I want to keep in,
If I look there it’s only wind,
If I feel there it’s walls made of skin.

I Walk Like a Million Thoughts

Duplicates, illusions, and fire,
Despicable art that sings like a choir,
More water to pour on my wound,
Hoping to run into the soft ground.

All these seismic regrets,
Leads to a life of a marionette,
Golden teeth poke through the skin,
I’ll take my life for a nice little spin.

Millions of spikes cut deep,
My steps are too steep,
I walk like a million thoughts,
Thinking of all the missed shots.

 

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A Big Bad Thorn

Billions of years just to make you,
Millions of uninterrupted links,
Just for you.
Every step made, one gene placed,
This is so humbling,
If you look at this space.

Don’t be the link that brakes,
Don’t be the thread that ends,
On your tomb will say,
Big Bang – your last day.

I do believe there is more to you,
Than your genes.
This archetype that seems,
Codified in your very proteins.

The long unexpressed word,
A feeling of the truth.
There is so much a brain can learn,
So much one can do.

Yet it’s all in you and it wants to get out,
Each generation extracts it,
Or passes it on.
Like an unresolved puzzle,
Like a big bad thorn.

How to Run?

Fix what you can fix and see what happens,
That little knob that squeals when you turn,
A crooked painting that hangs too low,
You’re own hand, the cracked skin that learned.

There is always your spot and a thing that circles,
Move in your zone and fix everything you know how.
To be a maker you have to fix the fixer,
No better way than to start with reality, mister.

The final fix of the biggest problem without preparation,
There is no such thing,
More than a kid winning a speech contest with Martin Luther King,
Start small and forget the big.

I mean don’t forget it, build a staircase,
You don’t expect your body to know how to run,
If all you did was sitting down and hmm.

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