How unlikely

He was one of those men who assigned themselves to their one-soldier-wars called life not knowing whether they defend the castle they are locked in by their own hands or the castle defends them, not knowing what they are supposed to do but how to be: strong like a man!

She was one of those women who are accused by their fellows of envying men and escaping from being a woman, and who always walk too fast, not necessarily being in hury, as if racing with winds, not knowing whether it is attention they are freaked out by or looking like they are after attention, not knowing how to manage to be more than a woman but how not to be: weak like a chicken!

Their paths crossed, the stars tumbled downed the Milky Way...Alas they shared too little to construct a story, yet too much to be forgotten in the dusty books of personal histories...


http://radioblogclub.com/open/63323/someone_like_me/10_Someone_Like_Me

Utopian Springs

Scared the scarecrow

hopped with the frog

into the dream-tickling

memory-flicking moist land

full of reed beds

the climate is warm

the soil is fertile in here

I smell somebody burning

all the ideologies

along with their trash

Seems there is no

garbage man in here

I hear somebody coyly

asking to borrow

some goods from somebody

Seems there is no

atm machine in here

I see somebody leaving

their doors open when sleeping

Seems there is no room

for troubles breathing

and no robbers, no cops in here

Apologized to the scarecrow

thanked the frog

promised the reed beds

to never forget their song

called longing for springs

And closed my eyes

http://radioblogclub.com/open/130094/goldfrapp_utopia/_Pop__Goldfrapp_08_Utopia

The Anatomy of Pain

Patience of the vases waiting for flowers
Anger of the sky frowning at god-knows-who
Gentle touch of the passing winds
hand in hand with those rhythms
,you know, those they classify under jazz,
being sung by god-knows-who
A pair of black shoes
,you know, those with heels modest in height,
brought by an angel
both humorous and thoughtful
I wish he forgot his hand
on my back before leaving me
for god-knows-who.

Autophysiopsychic Music & Yusef Lateef

"Autophysiopsychic Music: Music which comes from one's physical, mental and spiritual self."

http://www.yuseflateef.com/

http://radioblogclub.com/open/74766/yusef_lateef/02_-_Yusef_Lateef_-_Warm_Fire

Thinking about atoms

“All atoms in the cosmos are attracted to one another like lovers, everyone is drawn towards its mate by the magnetic pull of love.” Rumi

"Atoms are not things. They are only tendencies." Heisenberg

Mean City

The city comes up with solutions
for all the troubles she causes
Here we have yoga classes
for tired souls and bodies
There are no cranberry bushes
generously offered to your eyes
but you find all kinds of dried berries
in air conditioned huge stores
What to do with exhaust fumes
Look, we've got organic creams
for worn out, dull looking faces
And the city gives you the chances
when someone accidentally hits you
or no one approaches to help you
with your damn heavy bags
to say "fuck you!"
back...


http://radioblogclub.com/open/80360/stan_getz/Stan_Getz-Joao_Gilberto-Astrud_Gilberto-Antonio_Carlos_Jobim_-_Corcovado

We are alive

I watched sunflowers blossom on their foreheads
They watched my hands release a fish
We all watched the fish fly in the air

We undid the braided hair of our dreams
We made earrings of the trumpet melodies

We let the hair dance
We let the sunflowers dance
And the dimples
on the face of the fish
danced

They whispered to me: "write"
And I wrote

http://radioblogclub.com/open/94109/deathcar/Iggy_Pop__amp__Bregovic_-_In_The_Deathcar

Turning into vegetables

Is there anybody
to share with me
the broccoli soup
I've just cooked?

Some bombs fell on the heads
Knees fell on the carpet
having no shoe stains.
Considering to boycott some shops
some brands,
silly ain't it?

Butts tired of sitting
chin on the hand
still searching for meaning
selling life, buying time
One pigeon outside
winking, mocking
silly aint it?

Our destiny is similar to
that of jailed people,
time is fat and lazy
We sit, cook and eat
and sit again
silly ain't it?

Chin on the hand...
Our times are fat and lazy
Does anybody want broccoli soup?