Two men and a dog practicing insanity

"My right knee hurts..."

"And?"

"I either fell on the ground from a roof again, in my dream I mean, while trying to fly or have been watching too much of 7pm news lately."

"News? Your knee?"

"Yes, just like rain...Wars on the way, pain in the knee..."

"Or...you are getting older!"

"Or I need a better chess partner. Shah-Mat!"

(Dog bark)

"Shit! If you got two wings, in your dream I mean, your knee would not hurt, you would have been more quiet, my king would be safe now."

"And?"

"...and he would conquer with his knights all the TV channels and radio stations and internet providers as a last war in history to be recorded."

"My knee would never hurt."

"Indeed."

"Who told you that I dont have wings, just need to practice...just like we did now (laughter)"

(Dog bark)

almost defiant

"Here you go, open your mouth"
he poured a spoonful of red anxiety into her stomach

"That is sour but thank you"
She rubbed his black hair and sprinkled a handful of white mercy onto his head

save yourself

wake up wake up
you've been swinging in the cradle,
arms of happiness, soft and careless
I've got some poisonous mushrooms for ya
didn't you already learn how to trick
melancholy traders, the ruthless

Dentelle

When April puts her hands together
to join angels applauding lovers
you can here the laughter
of some yet to be born babies.

Here comes the down to earth
carnival of nature
Everyone is invited once again
to meet and remember life
and its pure essence

Is it ruched tulle we are looking through
and witnessing the season of bless
or a bleary eyed morning mist, conveying bliss

An Afternoon in Manifestation

A teapot whistles, violates
the solid silence
some dreams boil
A knife slices
some cake,
vanilla rises,
some hopes evaporate,
some memories
desublimate,
some curtains oscillate,
the past
and the future fall
asleep
A stranger's legs climb
the stairs
A guest's hands knock
the door

Off the Shelves

The Image: "Beast of Gevaudan" by Aleister Lam


How come those two monsters
one black one green
sneaked into my dream seeping
from my library* cloisters
the subconscious
They must have come toe walking
to steal some from my peace
the precious
Why did I force the smaller
one's jaws wide open
with fingers
the delicious
I must have stopped those teeth
the insidious
Why did I feel guilty then
can't really remember



*The analogy between library and source of dreams(subconscious mind+memories+the divine hand) was made by Kursat.
http://kursatozenc.com/

Friends

"You are too kind, you should learn how to be little selfish" advised a friend of mine
"You are too quite, you should express yourself, talk bullshit if you have nothing to say" advised another
"You wear weird clothes sometimes, you should learn how to look good and be normal at the same time" advised another
"You are too serious, you should stop talking about spirituality and world politics, be playful and flirtatious around men" advised another

I said I gotta go.

La vida

may-day-may-day
there is a situation here

pretty green neck ducks
smell of lavender soap
dog barks and rocking chair
for a sleeeepy head
some book piles
of a future ayn-shhtt-ayn,
are those laborers over there
str-ay-king?
Me dizzzyyy

may-day-may-day
might life be taking place?

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http://radioblogclub.com/open/65185/ry_cooder/Ry_Cooder-Paris_texas

Chewing some geometry

"You know what
there is no such thing
called symmetry
even one hand is slightly bigger
than the other
why then
would they throw explosives
for a most pathetic
chase for global homogeneity
on totally asymmetrical brains"
said she
before getting her sugary bubble gum
balloon burst
and stuck
on her asymmetrical lips

Someone else's heaven

- Same one?
- Yes, same one.

It took the skinny bartender 16 seconds to fix his drink. Soda water, cherry syrup, ice, a small slice of lime and a plastic looking cherry on top. While putting a straw in the glass he popped the question he had been holding over his mind for the last 3 months since this man first came to this place and ordered this drink:

-Sir, may I know why you chose this pub to have your non-alcoholic drink?
-It is both the quietest and darkest place around here this time of the day.

This was both the longest and most unusual sentence he ever uttered to the bartender who now was trying hard to hold his smile over his face. He grabbed the drink and sat at his usual place, the table next to the only window. Sitting in dark yet having easy access to daylight made him feel safe. While he was reading the 5th page of his newspaper a small ladybug flew in and landed on a funeral announcement. His eyes caught the word "departed" on which the ladybug sat comfortably after crossing her legs under her red skirt.

He remembered her giggles and long philosophical debates with her countless friends, then her beautiful face, her cruelty, her selfishness...And that man she left him for... No matter how often he said "go to hell" to her in his mind she was not likely to fly away and leave his soul alone.

The ladybug lifted her skirt up little bit to jump onto a PVC window ad and chose the word "heaven" from the title "Make your home a heaven!". Then it flew out, probably to share someone else's ads, news, worries...
The drink numbed his tongue but the bug with red skirt lightened his mood, he smiled.

He left after folding the newspaper and pushing his chair back under the table. The bartender heard him murmuring : "Go to heaven ladybug, someone else's heaven, to share someone else's debates, hopes, dreams..."

He closed the door behind him as a free man and went to the newspaper kiosk on the corner of the street as a free man.

-Same one?
-No, that one.

He replied as a free man.


http://radioblogclub.com/open/71693/fairground_attraction/Fairground_attraction_-_Perfect

The Prophet

Hands with an everlasting
smell of roses
might they be here in this room
when my eyes fail to see
might this be them touching
all the other senses

"You will live enough, dont worry,
to burn your sins with tears"
said someone sitting
on the east side of my head and
"You will die young, dont worry,
to turn your smiles into roses
to grow on your soil bed"
said someone running
on the west side of my head

Hands with an everlasting
smell of roses
Could you bring me
soils, eastern and western,
Could you teach me
how to mix them and
plant roses

Hope hopped and perched on my shoulder

There was a little man, probably three years old or so, sitting opposite me. He seemed very peaceful as if an angel was resting on the small pink cushion inside his small chest; as if a wise, old man was hiding inside his small head. When the bus driver pushed the brake hard the angel turned into a pigeon and started to flutter. I could see the fluttering on his face and his small hands holding onto his seat tightly.

It was a joy to steal a glimpse at this adorable creature. Everything what had made me worried or upset till that moment dissolved right away. This little man was my proof for the day that life is beautiful.