Friday, February 17, 2012

Exist

Another bit of poetry, taken from my old memories....

EXIST

im not here
when you blow air into my ears
and the rush of those beatiful sounds that i never hear before
into a peaceful and blank mind
I know you lie somehwere between my dreams and imagination
because If you where real, you would be here
the leaves fall and crash against the grass
making the ground tumble
making me feel so small

the insignificant existence and the significance of life
i cant imagine how was before cos i dont know if present is enough
the cloudy day keeps the sun out of any sight
i can smell your vanished scent mixed with the rain
and it keeps me dry

before the world comes to an end
the qniverse will tell how much it means
and all the fellings and toughts will be scattered across the space
they will become part of the universe
they will be stardust moving into someone else's mind
to reborn like us again
the story will repeat over and over again
like the never-ending side of the circle
like the infinite space and time
cos im not here
i dont exist
i created you
u created me
we are part of the same dream..

Friday, February 3, 2012

Alphaville

In a city where rational arguments and the objective understanding of nature arise... poetry must find a way to scape from this constant nightmate