Summer, winter

Her name is Summer

Always arguing for winter

Even in the mist of blizzards

A case of wishing for the opposite

The unreachable.

In winter she remembers

Her name with nostalgia

Always arguing for winter

But it is here she turns

The uncommitted.

Between seasons she is known

For her silence and confusion

Always arguing for winter

Even in blizzards but her

Name is Summer.

February 5, 2020

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Water on the roof

Reflections sparkle in the morning sun

On the roof

Frozen and flowing crisis larking about

On the roof

Staring eyes bouncing pupil fixated

On the roof

Frozen and flowing crisis lurking about

On the roof

Accumulating thoughts running around

On the roof

The roof collapses

Water seeps through

Like life

Wasted

A child is thirsty sitting

On the roof.

February 3-4, 2020

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On her lips

A bamboo pen writes

On her lips shades of color appear

An apple breaks sweetness

I imagine love but never

Experienced the feeling in

A kiss planted on

Her lips part and close

A tulip in spring time revives

A bee collects honey from

Her lips part and close

My heart sings and shudders beating

Senses depart to

Her lips part and close

My heart sings and shudders beating

On her lips I rest.

September 1, 2019

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Strangling breath

In the heat

Two smells emerge

Over powering the senses

In the heat

The sun boils the skin

And leaves target marks for wasps

In the heat

The sweat fills the locker rooms

The perfumes kill the ozone zone

And left

The homeless soul lonely on the streets

In heat strangling the last breath

Of hey fever stricken corpse.

Left alone …

August 18, 2019

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Hush baby hush

Summer time and cotton high and the

Song goes for the baby in cradle

Hush baby hush

No!

No sneezing now

No coughing either

Hush baby hush

Your dada’s sleeping an’

Your mama’s missing

Shopping

Meeting a lover

Meeting a friend

Who cares

She has dada’s credit card

Dada’s sleeping with dreams

His mistress

No sneezing now

No coughing either

Hush baby hush

Killer flowers can’t get you

Hey fever is temporary

Like everything in life

Cotton is no more

Hush baby hush

New episode of the latest craze on tv

Your dada’s phone is ringing an’

Your mama’s messaging is spiralling

Out of control

Like everything in life

Cotton is no more

But

You remain fragile so

Hush baby hush.

August 17, 2019

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Omelet breakfast

Trickles of heatwave sweat

Drops flow in engraved tunnels on the

Face side limping

Fever they say

Got hold of my soul

Made me a wild beast

Hundreds of voices in my head

Images flicker behind my retina

Colouring my iris

Wake up! I order myself

Dragging my dead corpse

I

Order

Breakfast

Late afternoon in

Half empty cafe

Playing nostalgic songs

I know but don’t remember the

Words

Omelette I ordered

I eat in silence although

Tempted to sing along

Perhaps

Once

Heatwave

Headache

Leaves me

Alone.

July 27, 2019

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Icon

A drawing on the wall
A coloured floor
An icon to believers
A writing to historians
A vandal’s nonsense
A nuance of rebellion
A stone holding all the memories
Of grieving heart
From the distant past brings
Into present
The secrets of being
A human.

April 7, 2019

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Leaf

Leaf from life taken
Words like frogs in my throat
Frogs sit, leaf dies.

April 6, 2019

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Stop

Stop sending
Endless emails about
Nothing stop
I had enough noise
Today head, my
Head is screaming
Electronic
Noise is buzzing
Life into
Void, digital existence is
Called, now I
Understand Buddha’s teaching
Delusion and
Emptiness, are the existence in
Now … stop!

April 3, 2019

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Chess Board Cafe

On his chest he draws
The years passed
In form, uniform, hours counted
He enters the chess board cafe
His regular table and buddies
Are waiting for his arrival
In the air there is laughter
And the smell of a thousand cup
Of coffee served
He enters the chess board cafe
Alone shaking in grey
His table has one chair
In the air there is silent song playing
In his head memories longing
It is his move
The laid chess board has only one piece left
It is his move
It has been his move
For a long time
But he never moved.

The cafe is closed
The chess board is lost
On his chest he draws.

April 3, 2019

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