Through spoken word solely
void of touching,
sparkling dialogue is warming
- without your knowing,
immediate as much as ever.
Our boundaries marked in ways
most resembling the implicit
perhaps even the by accident.
Speak! I want to hear again
do not ever hold your peace;
If I could thread on the implicit
I'd find a way to stop this ending.
Not a fiber wants to further
a seemingly causeless
destiny lacking course
Cold from core to skin
willfull self-deceit failed
praying to a known false god
did bare no substance
of void filling quality
Every cell perceptive
of its stretch from realness
in as much as one can measure
warmth through frigid and presence with absence
Laat me tot het licht geloven
dat ik voor altijd naar je ruiken kan
Zoals een kind zich onder dekens voor ‘n draak verstopt
wil ik me veilig met je, in je, begraven
Zachte, ronde, warme, is waar te wonen, aan te liggen,
veilig, robuust, vertrouwd deinen je ademteugen
Morgen zal een wekker kraaien,
en ga ik de draak weer tegemoet
Eager to end,
Coax counterlogic meticulously,
take no prisoners, nor allow the weed of doubt
to grow, collaterals tolerable.
Shall no paradox live
compensatory measures taken
against them. Forever unlearned
their lessons remain as a bloodthirst
- though striking terror in its instigator
executioner and forthwith willess subject -
will have its way.
Her feelings fetus-like
unborn, unfinished, unphrased,
in bad faith, ill-conceived
Via an almost infertile thoughtstream,
with nearly fruitless yet violent current,
it entered her
Increasing pressure made her deliver
that which the flood procreated,
made its way and
she regained her formulation ability
voiced an answer (in silence)
to unasked questions.
Now to speak it out loud, or perhaps just one scream,
was all she desired and would forever onwards crave.
What ought to be a clamor
of decisive forte
An afterbirth of what-ifs
My gut feeling
I demoted it to an expatriate
now it joins the foreign legion
which consequently attempts to conquer
That pure residu
I attempted to extract, remain with
I am unsure if it is strong enough
I need more time,
would want a word, but
the rules forbid us
I could forge but one attempt
Is this a spark or a seed,
is it destruction or foundation?
“Rien ne va plus”
An involuntary spasm /
Did the both of us went all in?
I dare not look.
The wheel starts spinning.
Your featherlight touch smacked my back
The candlelight did blind my eyes
A passing summerbreeze scourged my skin
Hours passing at speeds of the minute hand
We left the world now, I believe
You're granting it your goodbye smile
Did I not feel enough or did I think too little?
Or is this, this cluttered haze, what is supposed to be
manifest in a man's head / or body
at this very hour?
Words I always felt were allies,
so oftentimes my only advocates.
But lexis’ presumed perfection, completeness,
failed me that night.
When I lost being able
Both what held me back to speak
as well as
Why words were all I deemed an option.
I failed through fright