pin sharp view on something fuzzy (or backwards)

09.09.2014

the discolouration of your smile occurred
inconspicuously as if controlled by evil coterie,
altering memories – this bad blurred,
dripped retrospectively on lines of poetry

penned in your name, running down canvases
like oil from a brush, ink from a feather,
eroding the iridescent love of then.

and you,

you vanished and threw off all balances,
left heart and mind no longer strung together.
i tried to hold on to your eyes like they were when

my heart first roistered and my fingers burned.
all i see now is a stranger dance, notably
beyond black and blue as if transferred
to a past now containing only me, hopelessly,

while your mind stopped crying.


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ن

03.08.2014

Part your ways,
quarantine your compassions away for you will be
regents without mercy, agents of destruction
sent from god to free us all from the terror of
them, they, invaders of our homes,
usurpers of our homeland,
veritably powerful only in weapons but not in heart,
xenogenous and parasitical,
you will annihilate
zion.


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31.07.2014

Before we begin again,
cast the last shadow of
doubt away into the sun, suffer vicariously,
emphatically amd honestly
for all those souls we burned and saved, for all the
gentle spirits we vanquished with our
heads held high
intensely staring into their darkening eyes
just for a few seconds, or a few more,
keeping them silent with one hand
like a lover shushing their loved
martyring all pain.


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Threshold

01.07.2014

to S & T

You’re a journey with speed bumps in place to appreciate this town,
you’re a Sunday with a reminding hangover not weighing me down,
you’re a multitude of imperfect perfections,
you’re a galaxy of future photographic collections.
Our souls were forged in a collapsing star
billions of years ago, I for you, I for you.
My life, alone, a pastiche that seemed so noir,
our days, together, will always be too few.
To have and to hold, to never forget, to never regret
that January day we met:
six years a fairytale
guiding each other down the trail
to here, now, where I take thee,
and I take thee
on this longest day of the year,
the brightest day of my life,
hovering in a celestial sphere,
to be my husband. To be my wife.


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Ivory

08.06.2014

I fill my lungs with embers of pain,
scratch you into memories with the might of kings,
interlock my hands in vain.
Days progress as endless fractals,
one after one of immaterial battle:
a trajectory clean as shrapnel.
I saw a world that might provide:
a meaning found, at once highly prised,
a meaning drowned, at once belied.
If I could douse only the times
that truly deserve extinction
——


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Drowning in Cloudburst

31.03.2014

We are a clacking cacophony of a bag filled with pearls,
we are inveterate asymmetries of fantastic worlds,
we are an unpredictable future that slowly unfurls,
we are boys in a long-forgotten playground chasing girls,
we are the unremarkable window stains left by whorls.

Hither all greys, thither all colour:
this universe has been one of squalor,
with wits unlike swords ever duller
and, somewhere, one last disused muller.

We are but made of stardust that each night swirls
through dimly lit streets in small towns, curls
up to young souls and away all the innocence it hurls.


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Woolgathering

24.03.2014

You bleed the night sky bright,
swallow the moon-covering cumuli
like cotton candy on a hot summer’s day.
How wasted your wings must be,
carrying the burden of our specters;
how sleepy your mind must be,
lending all your wishes to us.
You quench the rain with sunlight,
dismantle the shadow-casting nimbi
like a toy after a prurient afternoon.


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Manhattan

17.03.2014

To walk through intimate places, deserted of familiar faces,
is to remember all the years of drinking and laughing with peers.
Who am I if not the one walking beside you,
what if not eyes tinged in your smile each day anew,
if not sighs permeated with your optimism so refined?
Who am I if not the one repaying you in kind,
what if not a hand in yours suffused with immutable peace of mind,
if not a soul filled with blue skies imbued in morning dew?
To meander following traces, memories of warm embraces,
is to regret teasing how one day we’d move on without any tears.
I am become Void, the emptiness of our hearts.


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Concerning Murk

10.03.2014

Hold me firmer, halt my mind churning, murmur
the story of how we nurtured our love.
How we went from great fervour to a soul merger,
with the inevitable always lurking, growing
each time we jerked around and shirked
arguments about increasingly irking quirks.
We’re squirming, twisting and turning,
cursed to serve our own thirst only.
We’re performers, transformers oscillating
in between mourning, smirking, playing with dirks.
Sometimes I yearn for the past,
your face in turn is always stern.
If only we could learn to leave,
discern a less burking future –
if nothing else it’s what we’ve earned.


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Heles & Heles: Déi vum Februar

05.03.2014

Besser spéit ewéi ni, an no enger hellewull technescher Schwieregkeeten an aneren Excusen, geet ët an onser zweeter Episod ënnert anerem ëm déi aarm Leit vun der CSV, déi elo just nach Deputéiert sinn, an ëm Netflix, déi probéieren d’Telé vun der Zukunft ze ginn.

Den Intro ass wéi d’leschte Kéier och schon vum Kevin MacLeod.


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