Checkmate

Don’t Wait
Move to the next cell
Black or white
Will give you an adventure
Making up your life.
Jumping worth no rule
The breeze brings enthusiasm
through the hair,
Cell after cell.

Prey

I am today

An easy prey

Of big dreams and things i may

Scars of past illusions

Are easily forgotten but still visible.

Fooling myself

I wrote and talk

Planning a future I cannot control.

Jump the wall

I throw my mind

Over the wall using a single hand

And wait for the bump.

If was searching for novelty,

It might have found it.

What is new is still hidden

And i can only excite in its imminent rise.

Mind will tell me,

Among thoughts of routine,

What I could not imagine

and get thrilled for

Only few days ago..

Growing Roots

Repurpose and relocate

Ideas and memories and free that space.

Push hard and lean forward,

Roots will break

And be reborn on the first day

of unexpected sun

To hold you strong

And let you live out of balance.

Future today

What hides in the grass

Grown in this day of transition?

Fruits like Easter eggs

Are hard to see,

Yet precious and rewarding

For the eye of the naïve.

Work, health, friends, emails, future plans

Are ripening hidden in the green

Of hope and routine.

Bored at the desk

The duty and the honour

Of working and walking

While all i see

Is time going by

With no flavour.

Patiently i shout and consider

Possibilities and present chances

Inventing a new setting

For me, for us,

Where time is only in the background

And not so abundant.

Constellation

A full day on my shoulders

And lots of satisfactions

Point towards a new direction.

Taking time to notice,

Each gesture is a responsibility

And a plan for the future.

Fantasy cosy

I twist my time

Advocating for everybody

Ok this synthetic office chair.

I forget my story,

While I actively and furiously write it

Reach moment.

Frustrated by inaction,

I surrender to fantasy.

Winter darkness

What tickles my mind

in this dark winter day?

Worries of career, fears of loneliness

This undetermined future of ours

Join forces and seed doubts.

I drop my anchor

In the small achievements in my wallet

And those tiny ideas shining in the dark.

Christmas saldo

Stepping in the icy air,

This Christmas hours my face

And wakes the memories

Of a whole year

Up.

A mosaic of feelings

and events to drop in silence

Lay behind the steps made

for the future.

Sneaking out

Even today you can

Break free

Through the little break in their attention.

In that second others ignore,

You will change your path

And will never feel

Imprisoned on a sunny day

In a fruitless office.

Minutes distillation

Sitting and staring at the landscape
I don’t value these minutes
That can hand out joyful ideas
And first steps
For a new direction.
The train accelerates,
I slow down

Open window

What comes through the window
Is a gift and a tool
That chances and love
Send you today.
I have only a Narrow breeze
That can cross
And the empty air can still
Make me close my eyes and
Bear natural freshness.

Joy Friday

Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.

Starry pray

Skinny stars of this night
I see you hiding in the far
But curious of our troubles.
Slowly you move
And it can only watch from this wet field
And discover my pray
For this peaceful situation
To settle
And return.

Weight loss

I have removed you
Grin your crystal pedestal,
Stupid thought of the perfect body weight.
I freed space and feel lighter,
Feelings of acceptance stepped in
And a realistic daily plan.

Pension hunt

I cannot imagine myself
In thirty years
When i will have done my job
And pension will knock.
I hardly now envision what job
will require thirty years
And my will.

Good news

Like a blinded moth
I spin around in the middle air
Turning turning with no way to stop.
The excitement captured me
And I live the moment
With its silly giggles and ambitious prospects
For the future.

Future whirl

The thrill is on
After I actively pushed myself
To imagine a future
With its roots on the happenings of today.
Each day possibilities form in the space around me
And i only have to train my patience
As a gardener in September.