280915 You stand up for
Because you have to. For ugliness. For stench. For black and white. For cacophonous. The limits are in-existent. You are unprotected. You lean on a thought. It governs through time freely. It becomes an answer. It erases the hows and whys. The should haves. It is the reason for life. Raindrops splash your horizon. They disco-lour colors. Hidden sun. The shadows are dancing in the clouds. Her words were discolored. Not faded.
210915 Willing believers
Lurking. Every sunset. Hunting. The seasons. Mixed up in the blue. Democracy of the nature. Insane colors demand their laws. Reclined darkness. You ask for truce. She ignores the ones that are alive. Mercilessly circle the time. Grinds lives. Remorseless. We sink. We lose the happiness. Willing believers. In the lie. Trimming in the futile.
140915 Dressed
Steps back. Dressed. Buried dictate. Words insignificant. Thrown left-right. Together with the shouting of the moment. Plowed fields. From professional observers. They sell the applause. Wretched. The under and the over.
070915 Silences
There are silences. Among us. Tyrannical. Hegemonic unreachable. Stripes. Bathed in the light. When beaming over her face. You get lost in the darkness away from her. Blessed on deck of love. Happiness and sadness play hide and seek in your world. Without any of them winning.
030815 In love
Everything can fade one moment after. Aligned in the reversed countdown. Doubtless human. Indifferent for the end. Inlove
200715 Midway
Lacking words. Hushed distance. The eyes shine antithetically. Bodies compressed. Behaviors. Parallel lines. Ravenous breathes. Searching. Next to others. Grasping as much air as they can. To unify the mouths. Midway. In one sometime and one tomorrow.
