green is the colour

heavy hung the canopy of blue
shade my eyes and i can see you
white is the light that shines through the dress that you wore.

she lay in the shadow of the wave
hazy were the visions of her playing
sunlight on her eyes but moonshine made her cry everytime.

green is the colour of her kind
quickness of the eye deceives the mind
envy is the bond between the hopefull and the damned.

antidote

he is just trying to remain intact these days. because it feels like standing in an open field and four strong winds try to drag this grip away. from all directions the questions come, freezing and hard, embracing the youth that resides within him with their arms of ice. asking him for his time and his name. he gave them both. they still want more. the rest. oh he guessed only the red twinkling lamp attached to the rear of his bike would really give him protection from behind.

if he squeezes an hour of his time, he will get five to ten minutes of it as the core of that hour, the essence of his concentrated work. the summary of the sixty minutes. because the rest are but a story upon which he dwells to get to his ultimate quality. a story he presents to the world, with his name on the top of it as its title. when the clock is ticking, the heart is beating too, and the evolution goes on. dark, bright, ever changing of seasons. the progress, or not really, simply the movement, continues to make sure that the ship reaches the land. now look at the waves, and be silent... ah, and he knows it's the time for the swan to float on the english river.

scattered on ice

mexican food, fierce snowball fight, unfinished work, slippery streets, broken sketches, sweet lemonade, cold nescafé, unwanted bike, green photograph, wet pair of shoes, cold freezing toes, no banana, pink usb, untuned guitar, ukulele, iced lamb and flag, series of dream, rock and roll gear, white wedding gown, mega pixels, known history, february, antarctica.

foreign affairs, black blue and green, baia mare, light lone moment, swollen handle, distant phone calls, unexploded, one two and three, clean fresh laundry, d destiny, fair election, pure poetry, red pagoda, last slain dragon, absolutely, lost strawberry, piccadilly, chinese new year, unrhyming words, scattered on ice.

float

i kinda need to dilute this idea out of my head with a lot of water. so i took a glass of cold water and drank it. but the idea is still there. as solid as it was before. i took another glass of water, this time warm. and drank it. but it's the same. the idea stays there. i wonder then, if idea is not dilutable in water like sugar usually is. even if they both sometimes taste similarly sweet.