My generation was born with no future and we pass on no less.
Therefore I cannot sit straight.
Midcity feathers finally.
Perhaps there may just be, possibly a pillow waiting, inviting to finally endlessly sleep, with a cat on my face.
Who needs to breath.
I love to see people holding their hands A little intimacy Publicly served Not showing off Perhaps sharing Not dominating Just walking I cannot be like them On my own. But I can enjoy watching them Come and go
Destination less A little park No target Just getting lost In a sea a future “Love yourself” The cat said As it curled itself up Purring Softly A friend at night So reassuring Eyes wide open To watch us sleep
I feel so warm.
What’s the temperature?
I feel so wholesome.
Who does surround you?
I feel so loved.
Why?
I like this feeling. Gentle ebbing in. Sunshine glistening. Mutely speaking. Words gain new meaning. Shortening distances. Gaining new names. And I still prefer dancing where no one can see me.
Here is a little thing.
Don’t look back.
Remember.
Reminisce.
But don’t turn back.
Just turn.
I am looking forward to see you become yourself again.
Waves gushing, seagulls laughing.
Swimming, drowning, breathing.
Because we like the sea.
Levels rising.
Walking the concrete jungle, till night falls.
Looking into your eyes, reflecting street lights.
Because we once loved the future.
The old port has matured.
Right wingers confusing Rage Against the Machine as non-political reminds me to one of my favourite metal experiences: I was in Norway in 1996, above the tree line, with a bunch of other kids. I had befriended a punk and got together with a goth, which made me a goth punk (until today) and we introduced each other to new music. The punk had asked if I had ever heard RATM, which I had not, so we took a hike to the next towns record store (again, in middle of Norway, above the tree line….). Next to a lot of metal (my love for Black Metal only started the next year, but I am sure I would have found treasure there, had I known), there was Evil Empire as CD (which I bought out right), Vinyl and a poster I wanted, but could not get.
Back at the holiday house (which was next to a lake, surrounded by mountains, which were always Blue, either because of rain or because I was smoking tea bag apple tea as an alternative to tabac [always have papers!]) we put the 2 speakers (around 1 meter high) on their sides, droped the CD in and laid myself down between the speakers.
I will never forget how “People of the Sun” shocked my system, both mentally and physically. By “Vietnow” I was on my feet, but hell this was awesome. We played most of the record until 3 Nazis came in, who were part of the kids group to tell us to shut off our lefty music, while presenting me with a noose they had made for me; in their words so I can hang myself.
That caused the three of us to turn it up and nearly burst the speakers, so the adults came in and shut us all down, but hell, it was fun, encouraged me to be an anti racist and established a strong love for that album in particular.
My heart is moved with your changing mind.
Let me come in, please, and witness your prayer.
Thank you for your welcoming heart.
I rejoice in your warmth.
History we share.
Pain and joy we dealt.
Hope resides in these halls.
Love flowers within this walls.
We are still capable of endorsing life.
And within our severed faiths we speak a universal language.
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After listening to a feature about Jewish life in Iran, it’s long long history and the fact that Iranians start to refuse to hate Israel. It’s a faint hope, but it is good to remember Jews, Christians and Moslems all pray to the same god and follow the same prophets. And it was fascinating to learn, that Iran culture had influences on Jewish, Christian and Buddhist faiths, even before the Prophet Muhammad walked the earth.
Why you
And why at this hour
All the poets
See a rebirth
At this hour
Apart
Close
Feeing
Endless
Love
Witnessing
Birth
The possible is laid bare by the things we deem impossible.
And the impossible is a celebration of the things we do anyway.
