Newer texts (03/2009 -> 05/2009) [no chronological order]

A Three-Day Attempt At Telepathy

A fragile thread
Prone to break
Is what stays
If it pins you've got to
Shriek

Focus and remember where you were
Everytime
Everywhere
Shivers down your neck
Lower the sound
"Yeah. Are you sure?
Yeah"

Out of place
An ambulance in between other cars
One man dressed in red
One girl dressed in blue
One city dressed in rain

Against the wall
Waiting for a blouse
No, really, waiting for the unreachable
Or so it seems

One storm coming
Auditive shapes, reminders of
Past events
TV programs
Lit candles

Somewhere in the depths
Something is broken
If it pins you've got to
Shriek.

-

Now two days later
It's more like, say
One filling station heartspilling
Spreading happiness.

Your dots & quote marks
Mean nothing at all
Strange how
Ten numbers in a row mean so much.

Paranoid stares at 2am
Numerous checks on the telephone
Dead silent
Dead silence
The street lights shining above
Lying

In a room
In a store
In a cave
In a sofa

Paranoid stares at 2am
Thoughts off to roughly twenty kilometers away
An attempt at telepathic discussion

"I am attempting telepathy
It never works"

Inner works
Mental works

"It never works"

Aerial dive
Spinning around
Erratic visions
One lunatic person

Footsteps repercussions
Against the walls below
Hints of voices
Against the walls below

Cemented abstraction
Material imagery
Lifting, looking elsewhere

An attempt at telepathy
One clear call

Mirrors revolving
Metalllic doors
Round doors on a high corridor
Aerial dive

Plastic waves, beautiful
Outgoing flood
Effusive ink
Once again

"So yeah. I know it shall stop one day, though I ain't knowing when"

Now?
Abstract smiles?
Somewhere hidden amongst the details, is the shape of her
Slowly
Drifting
In the ocean

Paintbrush #1

Phosphorescent paintbrushes sigh and shiver in peace
An idea that crossed/
Remembering the time when I found a musical piece of paper I'd written years before to remember
To remember
To remember it was like five syllables
Dead on the sheet, in black ink shape.
To remember.
-
The fact is
Nothing happens, really
We all are part of the
Inaction
Trying to remember
To remember.
Nothing's breathtaking
When you pretend/..

AHaveA

The words would slip out
The ideas would dispel
We would know the days
The things would brighten
Post-blue grey magenta
Shade spiral road
- Who could it be ? -
Lying softly
In ether
Ringings        Five
Alarm            Six
Chimes            Ten
Tickets.        Fourteen.
Out of my head
Once more
For oblivion, or plain nothingness
Indifference
Again.

Murmur

The air is clear so
You can see the murmur
Floating in the murmur
You can perceive the sound
You could see the phosphorescent neons
(Or the void, it's everywhere)
You could hear the silent night rustle
Like
Distant cars
Distant steps
Distant murmurs
Echoed
Reverbered
Faint waves
Faint waves
Faint waves
Slowly breaking
nothing
at all

Second

A little time ago I saw the fascinating shape fading in the distance,
and I'm always trying to detect the subliminal into blank nothingness;
Right now I might just be looking for a bottle of water, or looking for hidden ink cartridges between the two non-synthetic wood parts of my desk;
but a few minutes before we all were in the room and in most perfect situation I could ever think of but everything was quiet
Sometimes I wish words would just slip out of my mouth
I feel connected with so many places in time
Numerous locations in a deep ocean
Remembering:
Two people on a bicycle,
People standing still in the subway,
A hidden magazine
One flat bag
Paranoid looks on the underground,
Odd noises
Bird hints at 4.30am
"Just choose a number between one and six, right or left"
Does it have a cryptic meaning?
Why should everything have a meaning?
- Is it tactical, too?
Paranoid looks on the subway.