Zero-Point
PARTNERS, LOVERS & LIFE
It’s Bukowski-meets-Lana-Del-Rey-meets-internet-collapse.
this is the end
of H2h
of rock guitar solos
of movies with tears
and simple kisses
and bday postcards
and nothing is forever
like a fingermoon
that will never glow again
clipped and tossed
somewhere under the couch
gone for infinity
into algorithms
and vegan bacon
that tastes
like forgetting
that
we did have everything
before we started
to celebrate
messiahs
of the age of bullshit
ZERO-POINT
There is
Still time
In the time
Without time
In the space
Without space
In the spacing
Between words
To speak
In silence
Of hate
With love
To forgive
The unforgivable
The words
That were
Never ours
Breathe
all wars
became
slowly
just my memories
buried in earth
with swords
rusted
by the blood
of heroes
and villains
There is light
and Behind the light
There is love
and Behind the love
There is peace
and Behind the peace
There is freedom
and Behind the freedom
There is THE DREAM
And in that dream
There is everything
As nothing
The nakedness of life
Once again
Love in Chains
so yes i miss you hoping trying chasing first kisses second chances last calls so here we are but you’re not here not there not anywhere just your words and your voice hip cute fruity cutting me like my own pain beautiful and sharp soothing my heart scratching my soul waking memories screaming begging let me go but i won’t because this is prisoner of love innocent sweet addictive horrified of freedom like slaves hope kept in the birdcage for too long scared to fly my love in chains rusting in the pulse of the universe
Your Alchemy
The love smells like you
Like sandalwood
Pierced by rays of sun
Early in the morning
In a brand new day
The love smells like you
Like the summer rain
When we don’t mind getting wet
Your sweat reminds me that
I’m counting drops on your skin
The love smells like you
I wear your white woolen sweater
When you're away
Breathing you
The alchemy of love
After
Your hands feel like after when we forget everything before tears rejection abuse bullying being called dirty faggots even the scar on your face from being beaten up just for being yourself is invisible now whatever happened before before your scar before Christ before COVID before dreams all those years months days minutes should I count seconds as well all that before becomes after and then after feels like after the storm all calmness peacefulness hopefulness openness as I love listening to your heartbeat gently whispering my dreams in your chest
In That Moment
I love us
In that moment
I feel you
Waking up
Just a heartbeat
Before me
Like your heartbeat
Is my alarm
Clock
Cock
I love us
In that moment
Every morning
Awakened to love
Once again
Simple as your eye boogers
David
You brought some weed
I bought a sandwich
And a bottle of cheap red wine
From the tiny bodega
Into the tiniest apartment
Without light
We were due for electricity
We were due in so many ways
As every night
We got stoned
Just a bit
And you said let's make love
I said let's fuck
The light from the streetlamp
Through the window
Was enough
To see your faithful eyes
The light from the streetlamp
Through the window
Wasn't enough to
Enlighten my fear to love them
Parallelly
We are
in the hourglass
Two grains
of sand
Moving
Infinitely
Up and down
Parallelly
Everywhere
Me
And
You
Still passing
Each other
in dream
alive
dead
that is
spinning us
Denis
your raw drawings
born of gypsy blood
boldly alive
like your chapped lips
reconnecting in dreams
kissing sunlit nights
and touching starry mornings
we are ancient and beautiful
wild fearless fiery sweaty
and you bought me flowers
in a pot with the last of your money
whispering my name
like no one ever had
the flowers died
but i painted them
so they would never die
like frida kahlo did
whom you loved so much
UNFUCK
i own up
i’m fucked
still
just a little bit
'cause i unfucked
all those tears
all those fears
all those years
all those boys
and girl
stolen beats
waiting for some miracle
forgiveness
of love
wars
drama
teatro grande
curses
i unfucked them all
almost all
almost reborn
almost blessed
almost made it
through the gate
of innocence
and being kicked out
doesn't feel
painful
anymore
i simply
learned
to love
again
Very short poem
why am I poet
because
only beauty
can give me
goosembumps
of my own truth
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