Touch

I wish i could touch

My life through the passing landscape.

Just through my eyes,

The story unrolls

And leaves no mark.

It is not forgotten

What made today singular

But not material

And only mine.

Black noise

The fight is not the way

Not mine

To prove or win

A satisfaction vane.

You poke me and trick me

When i despise you

And your darkness.

Pick up your slippers,

It’s off.

Forgetting good

Pulled from the needs,

I forget the good

And feel the void

I dread the most.

You little expecting from me,

My empty big hands

That smile and run to satisfy.

Snowy hearts

Cold texture of pure poetry

Falling romantic on the street,

you, snow of this troubled winter,

Warm up my heart.

Unexpected and desired,

You infused magic in a routine too calculated

And hands that only work,

And do not caress enough.

02 Jan 2019

Silent hand

I support with my orders,

My leadership annoys you

Yet keeps the boat afloat

And the night tight.

Your silence and complaints

Support me in the days

Of fights and hateful discussions

Worth a soft touch.

Aran

The year starts dark

And cold on my face

While you sleep sweet.

Tiny and helpless in your bed,

You father your strength and fearless explore and learn each day.

Brave, yet a baby,

Curious, yet checking on mum,

Each day you grow away

And into my life.

Heart scream

i hear my heart screaming

And my mind shushing it

With no respect.

Timid and true

The heart keeps silent

And the show goes on.

I am surrounded by balance

With a under loud core.

True to myself,

I open the valve.

Slow rise

The sun rises slow

And weak

In the cold mornings of walking solo.

My desk awaits me,

My family demands a warm hand,

My time is split

With sorrow and pride.