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Tag: energy
I cannot hold my mouth from opening and
my eyes from closing
This Monday.
I will shoulder my chocolate,
I will crack my crackers,
I will wait for today’s USPs.
In the hard times
Of pressing numeric desires and ignorant opinions,
I find myself dreaming grass.
Extended and surrounding grass
Breaths with me
And cuddle my thin roots
While i gather the energy
for the next tiny personal jump.
Like a panoramic balcony
Or a fast black bike,
My zone fits me.
Pins my feet down and my fingers up,
While my thoughts travel and evolve
Planning my version of my future.
It has a fresh breeze
Even when indoor
And always has a START sign.
To which protein
I owe my day?
To the social that makes me breath?
To the tiny that shuttle energy?
Or to the millions outside my body?
Many and unique,
Little soldiers with limited life and a focused target,
Proteins give me everyday
That molecular food
I cannot find on my table.
You cannot escape
the rays of the sun
On a December morning.
Pure energy,
They attract and recharge you
When no entertainment
seemed possible.
Autumn surrounds me
And brings warmth and reasons
Worth its orange destined leaves.
The colours of fire
Bring life into a nature soon to rest.
Time will come
That the hopeful green
Will surprise me.
A pinch of sunlight
Can decorate this Thursday
And mark it as a new memory.
October of sorrow, expectation, and rest
Has now sparks of life
To jump to in the difficult days.
The hidden villages in the mountains
Enjoyed quiet and family,
While watching the progress rush around.
The luxury is over
And things come from the big world
And feelings are drained
From the alpine people.
The set is sleeping
At the heart of the old flower
That afraid resists the
and the coming winter.
It breaks in my hands
Tired and dried
by the donation of its beauty.
The city at night
Is revealed by its spots
Delineating where the feet and the hearts
Go and hide.
Everything seems far
And secluded in itself,
Concentrating the energies left today
For tomorrow.
The evening is salty
And covered by shy stars
While I sip this tea
Of fantasy and night wishes.
Warm hands connect me
And reassure me
With the radiant energy I absorb.
The push to that leaf on the pavement
Was invisible,
Yet it rotated and stopped dry
When i passed.
Nature surrounds me
And its energy must touch me.
I spin and spin each day
From home to work,
To shops, to strangers,
Faithful to nature.
On the sunny grass,
I refuse to count the minutes
And abandon myself into the light
And into this book with potential.
In a cone of rays,
Life seems logical
And nature an expected component,
Fast from the arrogant asphalt
Of home.
I caress my petals in the sun
And embrace the astonishing landscape
Of water and mountains
Dotted with white fluffy sheep
With short memory.
I turn and stare absorbing the energy
Irradiated
And keep it within.
The Black hole is approaching,
Sucking me in with its energy
Of criticism and judgement.
I builds my personal joke
To laugh inside while I agree
To your pointing fingers.
No Black on me but only radiating music.
I have run out of words
And of desire to think forward.
My calories are not burning
In this day of rain
and suspended motivation.
On a lonely walk in the hills
I go picking scenes of naïve nature
And take them home
In my arms.
The power of the green
Cleans and restored
The energy we are born with.
I have no idea of what power
Is pulling the sun up today,
Across a deserted sky of summer loneliness.
I can estimate that strength
And find carefully inside myself
To push myself through the chores
Of the office, of the hobbies, of the marriage.
In the dark I wake up
Hoping for a day of laughter and lightness
In front of the screen, behind the cubicle.
Nobody wants to offer their energy to the group
And unconsciously waits for the good Samaritan.
Come to work to get and grab
And not to give
Too much.
You might preserve your inner balance
You lose a day to enjoy.
I am hanging confused today
On the brink of a chair
Trying to decide if I am
Dried or energized
By the millions of interactions,
And the instinctual clicks of the day.
I feel today like a diapason
Vibrating to the light and dispensing
a push to change inside.
Shaken and torn
The others move and progress.
Here I am in the boring train
Vibrating through the night.
No finger coming closer.