Angu Walters – My friend
a tear drops
with the sound of your voice.
sweet memories flowing by
in my now troubled mind.
a long time ago
i was light
and you were there
so close
i couldn’t tell:
who was you? who was me?
*
you’re so far apart
i cannot reach
your precious heart.
but you did reach mine
and made me realize
why i love you.
Unknown – Wellington Cable car
i wanna a break
from being me.
i can’t stand so many thoughts
running thru my troubled mind.
i don’t know where to step
neuroses everywhere!
i just want
to break free!
(at least a little bit…)
Unknown Artist – Couple at tea
cookies & cappuccinos
winter’s outside
each other’s company
what a bless, no disguise
i can be me
you can be you
i try to hold on
but time’s cruel
even for us
gone we are
- – -
To Rafael S.
Vincent van Gogh – The starry night
guided by your voice
i find our sacred spot:
we don’t come so often
but it was never forgotten.
i lay bare under the stars,
the only witnesses of the show
about to start.
and you come like a sunbeam
so beautiful i almost cry
i cannot look, you made me blind.
and as our act begins
nothing is left behind.
like pieces of a puzzle
we belong to each other:
from the mind to the heart.
when we are finally one
even the brightest star
forget how to shine.
René Magritte – Not to be reproduced
i miss my place
my country
my face.
i want to tight us
with silk lace.
*
across the sea
i found my peace.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir – Luncheon of the Boating Party
proud of the cooks’ results
– beautiful things worth a lot –
they spend countless money
to buy tiny food.
the cost is too high!
for them and for me.
Johannes Vermeer – The milk maid
nobody looks into my eyes
i’m as invisible as air.
the invisible girl
i dare call myself.
no super powers,
a workhorse instead.
*
i see no passion
just mechanic movements.
i saw a glimpse of care
that vanished in thin air.
Edward Hopper – Nighthawks
a place where
smiles are punished.
(can you even imagine
a place like that?)
robots making food
for robots to buy.
Paul Gauguin – Eiaha Ohipa
every little inch
of my poor body aches.
i’ve been working
just like a slave.
but not today.
oh, no!
i feel like dying…
instead i’ll celebrate.
Pablo Picasso – Dove of Peace
I’d leave my rage
to the sea and the sun.
- in “All my Rage” by Laura Marling –
what to do
when there’s nothing
to be done?
where to hide
when there’s no nook?
i have no luck.
not in this land,
not in this path.
should i fly away
or just lie and pray?
