Fragmentsinsight

Reflex

2012-02-08T19:43:00.000+01:00

My mind was set,
… now wondering;
my heart was fed,
… now hungering;
my soul was hushed,
… now flushed,
… and searching

Is there any way out
of this amazement
of dissatisfaction,
of yearning to find
a reason not to mind,
my heart is burning
through apparent frost

When you catch me, tenderly,
with those panoptic eyes,

my footing melts
… and I am lost

Reverie

2011-11-27T17:26:00.001+01:00

I am on the reverse side of you,
looking through the breach
that separates

No longer the opposites,
we’ve never been

As we grew older (not wiser),
our distance seemingly increased

Did you ever see
how my eyes never stopped to plead,
I wonder

My hungry mind shivers,
thinking this could be our final chance

And how can I know
(in present tense)
that you have locked yourself,
bound by blinding words,
born from the illusion,
inside your own dimension?

..

Coalesce

2011-11-26T11:22:00.000+01:00

to describe, I’d use vibrant colours
round words, no angles

softly spoken syllables
healing from within

deep, heavy layers of warmth and light
to soothe and let us be, not have been

one sip of this almost abstruse sound
and oceans of thought take flight

we were blind when we delved

and it took canyons, filled with wasted time
to realise
we slowly killed ourselves
when we starved each other

..

Fourteen

2011-11-16T20:22:00.000+01:00

Is there pain in numbers?
An awkward silence
when inquiry stops
…

Or a preferable skip
- to go ahead -
- don’t notice no mention -
an
- I don’t mind that you forget -

But I do

And yes there is

…

Considerate discretion …

Expressive with existence,
my number’s almost up now
and I still, can never fit

do you not see it?

what was that,
all I ever wanted?

(30-05-2010)

..

On the morrow

2011-09-14T20:38:00.000+02:00

the dust slowly falls
on the ruins from distortion
where eyes cannot decipher change

for distraction
I focus on a single point

watching substance
touching down

slowly but surely
and securely in succession

I wait for it to dull the river
with a mourning veil

carrying my thoughts
to their final place

..

Stronger

2011-08-04T21:07:00.000+02:00

I became myself today
In a circle of silence
A perfect centre sans thought
… Blocking out the memory

And didn’t see the tears

I found myself today
In a pool of water
A saline float, drifting
… Locking out the pain

And didn’t feel the fears

I stopped moving today
Full centre;
The axis within my Faraday walls
… Where a semblance of me appears

Boldly, thereat

And in the end, I acknowledge
That it is scars
That make me whole

But this “In the end” (heaven help me)
Is not just yet

..

Matter

2011-06-25T13:44:00.000+02:00

at the moment of touch
the second to its leading
one look …
gives way to anticipated pleading
to feel

heed neglect and ignore
forcefully pushed away, this shore
wave, protective and bold
freezing everything it holds

to sedate betrayals faith
the nights I didn’t sleep
the days I couldn’t wait

implode to never unfold

and breath it, air deprived
afraid to let go of misery
for fear of losing everything

and regardless all, God forbid,
you still are my death, revived

..

Rugged

2011-05-01T15:26:00.000+02:00

weaving on which we tread
bare footed, we appear,
interpolated fabric
from our innocent there to here

writing what we read
segment after segment
with colour we feed
a suture of divergencys
from fragment

..

Finder

2011-03-13T19:55:00.000+01:00

My worst fear
is to be found
unworthy,
undesirable
or –able

A fleeting memory
to those who
mean more to me
than to themselves

I paste myself
in silent spaces,
inconspicuously
and pretend to not care

All the while,
desperately folding,
slowly moulding
a single thought
at a time,
here and there

and PAUSE …

where time stands still
… watch that dandelion moment …
reflecting fragilely
many alternate directions

It seems that no one’s trading places anymore,
uncertain where its fickleness will lead?

The sheer need,
to feel that wind
No fear of flying
A shame, I know
And gravitating underground
thát full of hope
Spreading wings until …

-you see-

there is reason enough to call for it:

Architecting Eternity

..

Identified

2011-01-23T14:09:00.002+01:00

the sun slowly finds its way
above the field
on this late-winter morning

there is that opposite
when darkness drifts away

hear it in the song
the first birds start to listen
for its silence
before the (inevitable) call

brume rises above the lake
surrounding the island in thought

and careful names
take off into the sky;
trial tastes
for something
they have never seen

a nervous shivering ground
fed by the rumble deep below the surface
predicts that maybe today …. this hour?
if not, this week … this month, surely!
it will show the face belonging

eagerly waiting
for unavoidable change
these are the waves
sinuating through the veil
on not just any turf,

but ours

..

Substance

2011-01-09T20:37:00.000+01:00

your words still mark my skin
where you held me close

underneath new layers of protection
they continue to sink in

a dialectic process
impossible to stop;

the reasonable merger will win

but still, I wonder
why distinction fails

and simultaneously aim for the centre
of what then must be
a burlesque culmination

and reach the paradigm shift

who knew the odds
that while inherent aversion
was all we had

we came to face
a dialogical knit equation

..

Next year ll

2011-01-01T12:00:00.001+01:00

Next year, maybe next year
it'll all be back on line

Somewhat wiser over night
less the fighter without sight

Next year, maybe next year...
you won't take it back

..

Next year

2010-12-31T19:12:00.000+01:00

Next year, maybe next year
it'll all be back on line

Somewhat wiser over night
less the fighter without sight

Next year, maybe next year...
you won't take it back

..

Seamless

2010-12-19T16:43:00.000+01:00

Rules and regulations state
it takes lots of space
to fly

Hearing in rewind
you take chances
to realise what you’ve got
and leap into the sky,
forcing liberation
to clear the mind

and that is where you find
… it not

But when every open door is closed
there is we, face to face,
clinging to the soundless
confinement
of our subconscious space

A merging of thoughts
beneath the surface
of this troubled sea

Such an unsuspected precision
resonating
bound and free

..

Dividend in diffidence

2010-12-11T14:27:00.001+01:00

It is a careful process,
slowly sinking in;
a wave of conscience setting sail,
and no opposing argument
to resist the track
of this reasoning’s trail

As oscillating comfort goes,
safely washed ashore,
it’s a deceptional effort
-this accomplishment-
that leaves you slumbering
for more

Is now the time to realize,
a better swimmer
would’ve known the cost?
That with the tug
of undertow's e-motion,
it is courage I have lost

..

Tie

2010-11-13T19:40:00.000+01:00

your intention was not to hurt me
I am now sure of that

impetus decline was already steep
before you caught on

over the rim beneath the waterline, I fell
while once -still sure- on shore we sat

wrapped now in your soothing arms
your lips whisper a mantra in rhyme

take my breath away
and fill me up with light

… but I can never find myself
when I find myself
in darkness

adjusting to drowning

and I wake up

in the middle of the night

..

Travelling

2010-09-19T13:58:00.000+02:00

What ever happened here
must have happened while in sleep

A dream fragment slowly travelling
on dissipating currents

Sounds that were revealed,
(hear them) re-deform their static

Clear impressions suddenly flap
their beautiful wings
like ghosts of thought

Soon it'll all be forgotten, and gone

Prove of your existence
will no longer be needed
neither missed

But what I always wonder, is,
that nibbling voice inside
your ever inquiring mind,

what would have happened if you knew,
that when the dial broke,
it was Time, you watched run out

..

Interpolation

2010-08-26T13:22:00.000+02:00

in retrospect
our history
is somehow
more complete

one silent joint
in frozen time
from which to radiate
transition's
point of view

I scrutinize
and cross examine
thoroughly,
search through stills repeat
- never, to rearrange

but when silence was,
in retrospect,
abandonment …

history changed

..

Challenging ISO

2010-08-12T16:23:00.000+02:00

You were wrong
to mark it Personal
…
It never was

Enter the great white open:

cans of spray paint
find their way
from night
into exposure

shutter speed playing field
it is here, where I am
…
somewhere

never crossing the outline
to your world
when placing my tag,

saying:
it would've been wrong
if I didn't make it personal

..

Distinct

2010-07-18T20:37:00.000+02:00

There are many words
reminding me of you;
Distraction is none of them

Coated in your colours -
a distinct mixture
of sound and poise,
all of which trembling
a song, seemingly sung by you-

is a strange attraction that strings,
reeling all the ships
into a beautiful current
to hold on to and never let go

There lies depth in the distance
and I wonder

How can it be wrong
when all are headed
in the same direction

Who am I
to recognize a distortion of light
that makes me see beyond

And then I know

when one single tear
in each eye, wells up

…
it must still be worlds, that we are apart

..

Picture (im)perfect

2010-06-30T12:55:00.000+02:00

It is a perceptive gaze
that sees the creases;
those shallow lines
and hidden canyons

No one knows
- really knows -
the exact meaning of all of this
The constant balancing
to make it all worth while
The sum of gain and loss
caught forever by the painters brush

A cautious stare
catches that fading twinkle
to sudden sadness

And silence intercepts

There must have been, initially,
days of joy
that strayed into tomorrow,
untainted and full of light

Where have they gone,
I wonder
What has gone so wrong
to cause this binding with doubt
Was there too much caution, unwarranted?
Or too much pain, implanted?

A denial of joy

There must have been
(at least) moments
where wonder reigned
and curiousness was still
a first step forward
Abundance, waiting to be assigned

Those must have been the days …
I see it in this picture
I see its prove reflecting

Then why, oh why …

stuck
in the mirror’s mind

..

Tuning

2010-06-26T17:24:00.000+02:00

how do you explain
what does not want to be explained

is it
a futile attempt
to accept the want
or need
what eyes cannot see
and hands not reach?

explain while you still trail …

your fingers search to outline the form
over and over
inside your head
until you dream

feel its structure with imaginary tips
and leave it with your fingerprints
of fleeting image,
screaming
I am there ..

but
what-if …

this is freak coincidence
an incident of foolishness

...
we are too cast into reality’s spell
to even consider otherwise

and broad horizon
stays
- unread
- untouched
- unpronounced

- un – wanted, eventually

for its reality is moot

we have written the manual
and analyze it as a chart to everything
a set manifest with all the answers
from structural stature to diction
...
that actually leaves me chilled and wondering

when did we intend to become a work of fiction?

..

Spring

2010-06-13T15:37:00.000+02:00

..

Splash ... into puddle

Atone then tumble

Embracing colour

...

Boundless suit

..

Seconds

2010-06-12T20:51:00.000+02:00

It never stopped raining that night.

Little pieces of debris
whirled down in slow motion
and carefully covered the ground
in an awkward caress.

These are fragments of photo-memory;
a million pieces puzzle
spilling out from over-exposure
in a second(‘s) impact.

Where once was,
is now saved forever from knowledge;
unrecognisable to the inner eye.

Are these shards, in supervision, made up of me?
A cloaking monument to former structure.

Then where lies the blue print?
There should be a roadmap
from Stillness to Re-form.

Instead,
I have no more thought on this...

With distance comes the quiet.

And ignorance...

A haven
of sudden bliss.

..

The crux

2010-04-25T19:01:00.000+02:00

oh, I’ve been winging it, alright
that has never been the problem

it’s that wall
where rules are kept unwritten
a do-not-come-near
warning at the gates of reach

even breath, cautiously unspoken
equals bilateral flaw;
denting space
just a little too near
a certain percentage of
possible breach

bring out the clouds obscuring
- once you know who I am
too many take what they think they can -
followed by rain's distortion
flushing out what’s left
of whatever plan

and now you’ve found your reflection
of notice on the wall
…
how did you not-know this?

it is basic irony

that I too,
am cautiously disclaiming:
handle with care
clause containing
plausible deniability

..