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A wise man's curse“Welcome to the Wise Man’s Madhouse, we will take care of you.
Don’t worry about the world in here, cause no one knows what’s true.”
The wise man nods his head.
He knows it very well.
But isn’t that the very thought that turns life into hell?
He studied hard, he crossed the world.
Has seen what’s there is to see.
But now he starts to doubt about how happy he would be.
If he hadn’t seen it all, if it has stayed unknown.
Has it truly all been worth to lose his stepping stone?
He lost his ground, he lost his faith.
He even lost his guide.
Because to every bit of truth, there is another side.
Now he’s living in this place where everything seems strange.
His thoughts have made him crazy, he is feeling out of place.
Is being empty-headed truly so much worse?
Cause fading in delirium is a wise man’s curse.
Who has the right to be human?Human rights. Everybody heard the phrase and they might even be able to give a few examples of those rights. Like the right on food and clean water. Good education and health care. To most people who read this it will seem commonly accepted, but it is not. To many people in this world human rights are not universal. Did you ever wonder how this is possible?
The problem with human rights is the fact not every person is qualified as a human. Children are being drowned in the wet concrete of a building, to please the gods. Simple because they are children. They are too young to hold any real value. Since they are thought of as replaceable and disposable, they make the perfect sacrifice. And this is not the only way children are devalued. They are bound or caged in their houses without any contact outside their family. Sometimes children are even dumped on their own without anybody to talk to. Mostly because they are mentally or physically disabled.
During my time in Uganda I met a girl wh
The kid with the baggage"My suitcase is open, what will you add?"
" Nothing, I'll help you to carry it instead."
You smiled as you tried to convince me it's true,
You know what the problem is? They said it too.
They turned over the suitcase, emptied on the floor.
It made me feel lighter. Then they reached for the door.
But before they left, they turned around,
To put back all the garbage they found on the ground.
I tried to stop them, to close up in time.
But they knew how to open that suitcase of mine.
Now I'm on my journey. Mess keeps spilling out.
'The suitcase stays closed' is the last thing I vowed.
Dancing on the leavesLightly dancing on
a tip of the leaf
Close to the edge
like in a dream
Faster and faster
she swirled around
but nobody found
A reason to tell it
would be over soon
When she grows up
loses her youth
For now she keeps singing
believes in her dreams
Not old enough yet
to slip off the leaves
Young Little BirdYoung little bird wants to learn how to fly.
Get out of the cage, reach up to the sky.
Restrictions forced her to stay where she's born.
She hides in her dreams, wakes up and mourns.
When she's released once at a time,
People will notice she grew up inside.
Struggling she will make all her dreams true.
But how will she ever gain trust back in you?
ConfusionThe fact you were my friend,
Is complicated now.
I wish I could stop caring,
But I don't know how.
The fact you were my friend,
Was special since I won't
Let a lot of people close to me.
Now you're the reason why I don't.
The fact you were my friend,
means you're not anymore.
Though I don't know how to turn away
And leave this time, no more.
The fact you were my friend,
Doesn't mean you'll always be.
Sure, I'll never hate on you,
But you don't know how I bleed.
GoodbyeSeven years of pain went by
And now I write this last goodbye.
I am so proud of what you did.
How you helped and taught us
With everything that went wrong.
But still you smiled, kept going on.
You didn't lose
You just stopped living.
We will and can not stop the missing.
One day too
We all will be as strong as you.
HomeWandering on the streets tonight,
People hiding from the lights.
A scratch, it burns, claws so deep.
The truth is out there can't you see?
One step further in the dark,
You will always wear these marks.
You gasp, a shock, straight to the bone.
Oh please don't!
Leave me alone.
There is no hideout, no safe room,
So I wish, please take me home...
Someone specialThey told me to leave it,
To forget about you
But I know that's impossible,
No one gets me like you do
You know what I mean,
without a single word
And everytime you're leaving
You've got to know it hurts
I don't want to loose you
I won't give you up
I just want to hold you
And give you all my love
For now I keep on dreaming
They can't take my faith away
I will always love you, I promise
We will meet someday...
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
I Write to a Lover Who Doesn't ExistYou must've noticed how I was left bleeding
Because all you could do was stare
At me with those gemstones you call eyes.
We danced around bookshelves in the mystery section
Pretending not to notice each other
And ignoring the fact that our eyes kept meeting.
I wonder now that if we'd danced in the romance section
Would we have still ignored that part of ourselves?
And after all, aren't mysteries ment to be solved?
You must wash your hair with sunflower petals and pomegranate seeds
Because your aroma is that of a goddess
And I was attracted to you as quickly
As if you had called my name.
Would you call my name?
And would you say yours as well
Because although I have a feeling you go by Aphrodite,
We have not yet acquainted ourselves.
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
I shrug into Harry's shirt
underneath my autumn scarf--
cologne on the cuffs bringing
color as I close my eyes,
the brown of his hair,
laughter, pine green.
Fingers on marbled buttons
smooth as the cream
he puts in his chai.
I think of him like rain on a Sunday,
a slow breath uttered in calm,
eyes shut to listen,
he is peace,
stability in grayer moments.
He is the space in my empty bed
I ache for him the way
I crave prayer and
the feel of a rosary.
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
Make me a soulMake me a soul next to yours,
Make it small so you can hold it in your hands,
Make it blue like in the morning to wake up in you,
Make it strong to cry in silence when you've gone.
Make me a heart as big as the sun,
Make it warm, make it good,
Good to love, good to give, good to pray,
Make it beat for us, for you, for God.
Make me hands to feel,
Make them pure to touch,
Make them soft to caress,
Make them hard to live.
Make me a voice to sing your beauty,
Make it calm when you fall,
Make it sweet when you're mad,
Make it say 'I need you'.
Make me eyes to see you when you're working,
Even if you don't notice me.
Make them big so you can see yourself in them,
Make them deep so they'll be your refuge.
Take my whole existence and seal it with a kiss,
But make me lips to know you love me.
Make me love to know I live.
Make me know that I can dream.
Make me a soul, please.
Make me yours.
IridescentShe dances along the lines of poetry,
Her curls wind amongst the words
And I lie in love with each syllable
That is touched by her.
Thinking off her is not enough
She wraps round each thought
Like iron wrought ribbon -
In decadent dance
She caresses italics,
Winding her way through
Every dream with ethereal grace.
Iridescent, she taught me colour
Oh seraphim, but I am red, and
She lies in margins blue!
Forever my forbidden phallus,
She is everything taboo.
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