Words Needing Music

Like a perfect meal,  if you must create moments, find, sort, and place, every ingredient.  Some sea, some night, some purple hotel, some light, not too much.  The colors will fight you,  life will overwhelm you.  But very late at night,  with a friend, sitting there,  giving you their wisdom.  You can create a moment,  that will rock your brain like an infant.  Calm it, kick the thoughts away.  You will forever miss the past.  So cook!  Cook present moments to satiate your future. 

'Loneliness' words by me, art by Aspa Papathanasiou Inspiring friends who inspire you is magical.

Drawing lines Making geometry proud in their designs  Busy some, occupied in thought others Their words little, like them yet so many, like them In love with light Some drawn to it Others blocking it All the way to me a little ant, talking about them Thinking they talk about me Are they really there  like I think they are?  They are lovely  They are funny  They are little  They are in love  Like me

A poet not in my mother tongue.  My thoughts mutated  if I speak them like I learnt.  My feelings better ported  in these words I discovered for myself.  These nuances.  That entertained and tickled my brain. These sounds that materialize  a soothing duality of self.  A world citizenry next to ancestral tradition. Music, art, material. Heard in and echoed out. Better formed in communion alternate  than sounds surrounding.

I wish I just was a little bird and didn't know I am one

They say the universe is too big for the human mind to comprehend. It's vastness only mentionable. It's enormity infinitely larger than the word. It's eternity inconceivable and it's end and ending non existent. Perhaps for the mind. But for the heart it's the easiest thing. I just think of my longing for you.. My suffering your absence causes. My love for you..  ..Is too big for the human mind to comprehend. It's vastness only mentionable. It's enormity infinitely larger than the word. It's eternity inconceivable and it's end and ending non existent.

Step one and the hair on their neck stands up. Note one and they sword dance up your throat. Blink one and it's not a nightmare, they're still there burning you. Heartbeat one and it's deafening. Breath one and they stab your soul. Then two. Then a thousand and they're still there. Their taunts, always unanswered yet never ignored. Their qualms fuel the fire. Your efforts, finally true, Herculean indeed, late forever, however. Their only demise, a chance to unhurt your life, your soul, your world. But they, forever lingering, 'cause perhaps your life, your soul, your world. Left, and aren't coming back.. Only regrets remain.. Haunting your steps, your notes, your blinks, your heartbeats, your breath...

When the shattering of chains makes you hollow It's me without the poison But I was all poison I wanna fill me up I wanna be me Free of ancestry Free of misery I wanna find art Canvas thrown on a mud Strict music intertwined Weird ideas mesmerizing For you showed me the world While I took you there Slapped me, my chains away You are my inspiration and my muse And it's dull without you I wanna share every sick you have Every innormality you are Everything they're scared of I'm not my God anymore I'm not my god anymore

To cover you from top to bottom My limbs envelope your innocence To stay in front of flying glass My body guards you from the world To hold you up and show you My queen the world is yours Yet.. To hold you down and hurt you I ache to be inside To rip you apart and scare you My demon licks your tears To use you up and leave you damaged Like love was never there It is. In it's duality.

I am the violent pacifist. I am the healthy substance addict. I am the lazy talent. I am the slob perfectionist. I am the generous taker. I am the fearless coward. I am the righteous culprit. I am the open-minded conservative. I am the blind beholder. I am the honest liar. I am the strong weakling. I am the careful daredevil. I am the hateful lover. I am the loving hater. I am, not

Beautiful Lure Unyielding, Erotically Elegant Yet Ensnaringly Simple Now, only capitals 

The struggle is to choose what and when and how to love. To love as a rationally traveled path. In just cause and righteous supposition. Not in enmity with the heart. But with peaceful succumb to what is true and right. Pleasure is a constant combatant in this process. Equally vexxing both mind and heart as to the present's action, or inaction, towards a dreamy goal. Dividing and conquering both, alluring them to false promises of peace and tranquillity. Turning them against each other in a constant cold war of attrition. Rationality caging feeling, pushing it down and burying it under it's trifling problem solving. Sentiment, illuding the mind. Painting itself as magic, mystical and occult. Unattainable and slaved to pleasure. Pleasure, which from childhood, occupies the mind with the repeating cycles of addiction, cycles which the mind operates under, most efficiently. Pleasure, which mesmerises the heart, filling it with spring's vivacious colors, smells and tas

Silent Creations Roaming Endlessly Around Me, Indiscriminately Noisy, Guttural Now, only capitals

Desolation Enveloping Soul, Pain Anguish, Incessantly Retrograde Now, only capitals

Lingering Opaque Null Emotions, Loitering Inside Never Easing, Soul Sucking Now, only capitals 

The sun behind the traffic light A helpless granny just going for it Fire juggling cadgers A happy duet with her Avant garde car horn symphonies Doppler effect concertos Scary bumps for tight hugs Smelly parks and smelly busses Open seaside avenues Narrow baking streets Neck bites Judgemental felines Excited doggos and scary canines Flirty traffic violations Flirtier accelerations

Inspiration a well, depleted. Willingness a selfish playing dog. Moments uncounted yet so few. So in the chair you sit or on the grass. With a sunset, a beer, a lonely company. Or right now next to a rhythmic clock. And force some words on paper. Some notes on five horizontal lines. Some pictures on your camera. Are they nice? You tell me.. Are they art? I tell you.. You tell me..

The desire to stop desiring.  The imperative to stop stopping.  The hardship of making things easier. Relaxing that unnerves and struggling that calms.  Taking drugs to solve the problem they cause..  Loving to hate and hating to love.  Purposelessness as a purpose. Confidently expressing your insecurities. Deafening silence.  Inaudible screaming. 

A dull ache in absolute silence In waves constant like the longest sea While distractions ease this paddle through mud My soul sits on top a screaming cry Won't falter it does seem This infant cold and incessant In agony behind an opaque mask Life seems to continue, ended