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...