Wrong fit

Once upon a time 
there was a boy who couldn't move
Jimmy dreamed of running fast
and jumping high as kangaroo.
His friends loved to visit places
they would walk a thousand miles
and the boy followed them
with a nervous painful smile.
His feet would not listen
but man he got to move
and as his friends were walking fast
they yelled: faster, Jimmy Chooo!
Jimmy had broken feet
there was never time to heal
but he went on walking slow
trying not to look so weak.
And he got to see the places
with or without friends
at the end of life he realized
wrong shoe size was what he had.

Cher Ami

Ma lettre serait être courte :
Cher ami,
laisse ta douleur.
 
Je connais ton poison
nous portons le même sang
je refuse ton malheur,
rien de vrai qui en provient.
 
J’abandonne ton poison
je l’échange pour grandes batailles
si seulement tu goûterais
de l’eau propre, la force du bien
 
J’ai goûté ton poison
j'entends toujours mon propre sang
demain je te pardonnerai,
peut-être demain tu vas comprendre.
 
Ma lettre devait être plus courte,
je déteste son air  fatale.
On t’aimera toujours
''cher ami'',

malgré malheur.

Unaffected

We salute rebels and thinkers of late night
unaffected by our lenses, unselected and denied

readers and riders of most precious silent storms

those who unfollow the late promiscuous glow

Risers, dreamers, chiefs from old tribes

precious believers unaffected by vain smile

Givers, feelers, moon chasers from above

mind lover, seekers, lovers of the love

loyal nonconformists, lions of the light

beautiful soloists, unaffected by the time.

We salute you all

all those humble souls

unaffected by this song

unaffected by the pride.

Society6 art print by Shimhaq