Thursday, April 20, 2023

The myth of tomorrow

You bowed your head 
when you said you wouldn't.
Your walk got slower,
bandy and small.
You cover your face
and hold on to walls
hiding your secrets
from the starving cameras.
It's so quiet inside
but the body needs music
and the louder their halls
the less place for dance.
They must not notice
how you've kept your playlist
they must not see
you know the songs by heart.

They cannot see it.

Just one more day
and you'll put your belt on
and run through locked doors
without saying goodbye.
Oh how sweet melody
is the one that follows
those who have faith
to leave the army behind.
Don't turn back,
Orpheus wasn't wise.
Oblivion conquers soon
the pile of spoons and knives.
Tomorrow's rain will wash away
leftovers from the ground
and they will never see it
they could never concieve it.



ph. by Tilemahos Efthimiadis, Greek sculpture from 4th c. B.C.



Monday, April 3, 2023

& stay awake

Don't let them convince you
you've lost your inner child
when your eyes won't smile
it's not design that needs to change. 
Don't use their heavy brushes
you weren't meant to hold those
you weren't meant to control all
you know better ways to paint.

They can't take what you own
so they drain you to sleep
where you fight all of their dragons 
and forget all of your dreams. 
It takes one tune to wake
it takes one to cut the game
use your trigger now
to outsmart the pain. 

You're not standing in the shadows
you've always been home
you're lighter than a fire
and a dear friend of storm. 
Us creatures don't need wings
it's a myth to make us blue
to keep you from the skies
that belong to you.




The entrusted sword by Ilse Kleyn