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.

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.

Travel alone

O tired myself today
Punching the reality
To move it further.
They border is now distant
But almost visible
with my half-closed eyes.
The luggage is ready for tomorrow.

No Limits

The limits of a repetitive and recurrent nature
Are confronted with the infinity of the molecules
Orchestrating a bigger design
As crowded modern cities
Fit in single statistical values.
Find your scale, find your limits,
Start pushing.

Solo thinking

I am Made stupid by the competition
And the painful comparison
With people by the different talents.
Freedom is in the solo thinking
And in the attention and consideration
For yourself.