reservation, special

reserve a cloud for my eyes
between the opening of sun and the closing of day
for my eyes, reserved
for the future, just a soft, fluffy cloud.

Things you don't approve of

the things you don't approve of don't come in lists:
- like this or that
- like the marriage between religions and forgetting God
- like these stupid values someone sews in your head
- like the dreams on hold
- like sunshine in rain, and summer rain
- like plotting your life into a rythym
- the tick-tock of the dying clock
- stopping time for someone who cannot give a moment of thought, to you
- like the aforementioned lists
- like words, too big for poems
- like little thing, like big things

a life lived in the margins of lists cannot handle all this approval
or the lack of it, think about it!

You are now here

You are here now, but how many times 

I have not been, here or now, 

it takes a glimpse to get here 

another to leave the now 

you are here now, do not think 

of anything else, sometimes I 

think of privacy  as the contrary to 

being alone, do not count me in on your thoughts

you are here, now, 

think of nothing else but the breath 

that leaves you, the shadow that is by your side

you are here now, alone

you are here, now

the power of your lungs never fails 

there's wind coming from somewhere you won't know

and a drifting feeling, that's why 

I am here, now, breathing

it makes me cry. 

horses

I keep referring to humans like animals
like horses, strong and yet soft-spoken
for tasks humanly obtained
deny humans water and grass,
let them graze on sunshine, the horses would say
if they could speak,
too long we have invaded their spaces.

What the nation wants

It escaped us, the want of living

to him they said, they just wanted enough bread

to feed the chicken, seeds to exchange for beds  

to her they said they just wanted language, 

storming the nation, mistaken by the difference 

between biscuits and bread. 

A return to water

this time I come to you, silent

but not heavy and you,

you greet me accordingly  thrusting bodies

and old flattened glasses at my ankles

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Sleeplessness

Lately, I couldn't sleep

there were far too many stars to count 

alone, like pearls on rings, steady and clear

Sleep never visits those seeking the light

it is born out of the darkness, so sleep

creates more darkness 

less light, what if this was the secret formula

for a better night's sleep? Let the light in

turn off on the darkness, and the dull lull of humidity 

engulfing my chest.