Poetry

Tribute n˚43

Religion and science come to the same conclusion

one day all the breathe we take will fade away

all the hair we grew will fall away

only the rest

will remain

memories of a past that shines through the decades of insignificance

small and yet infinite,

the truth in any case needs no defense 

(no offence).


I too loved a mortal man

but late at night i whisper, "let's meet on the moon"

before coming back 

I wonder

Had I been raised by the goddesses

wouldn't I too

be godlike?

Tribute n˚41

Thoughts my crippled mind turned into dust, to avoid the void that slipping time left behind. What if, for a moment, I would stop using a buffer? This distraction I use daily to avoid... me?

Overeating, overdrinking, overdating, overworked.

Dear buffer, without you, what would remain?

What would I really feel about those people I call my friends, my family, my self?

If I gave up comfort and gave in to my Truth,

Would I step into long-time burried pain?

Or freedom?

We all hide behind a buffer. It covers this version of ourselves we are too scared to face. The real us, waiting to be discovered, is never pushy. It's patient and kind. It just waits for us to suffer enough to disarm all hostility, to finally break free.

Tribute n˚40

I've been insulted and I've been praised.

once my words are tamed

twice I make of my speech a waste


i am lakes with ripples

parts of me(s) are deep

fragmented of egos i kept on wa(i)ving and sinking

into the stupidity of my reactions

facing the ones we harm demands practice and requires pain

acknowledging their name

beyond the threat of them shouting the blame

at us

for shaming the stupidity of their reactions


well-being of speech we tend to overeat

caught up in the heat of our dishonesty that was procrastinated

thoughts we thought we eliminated

not even us can swallow the stupidity of our reactions


with anxiety and control, still working on relaxing our soul

while running around the self-control magnetic pole

although it's taking its toll,

we still breathe in the stupidity of our reactions


stillness when you want to catch me, i'll play hide and seek

when you stay still I'll sit.


Lakes are never deep enough for others to feel the mud and the weep

of our own minds

but lakes, even when they lack depth, never fail to reverberate the skies.

reactions.