Eeeee, aa a
Eeeee, aa a
Ooah,
E or
I oo,
Eeeee, aa a
Eeeee, aa a
Ohr,
Ee oh
I oo,
......
minds try to connect
bodies do too
sometimes only one
good enough for fun
but when its two
both body and mind true
you will fall like you never do
......
“it’s okay” they said
“we all have our own path of growth deeply individualized by our past”
“to denounce who you were and to agree with your self hatred means i strayed away from my path, backpedaling”
“you were who you were and you are who you are, just as she is and they are”
“the ones who care too much for your journey and tread along beside obsessed with you lose focus of where they are going surely to trip on the way, taking a detour on a crossroad of unfated destiny, but that is now their path, again greatly impacted by where they were and where they thought they were going”
“a long winded way to say to each his own”
they told me this unsbject of selfishness or deviance
“i love you and we will go our separate ways, alleys, avenues, and one day i hope to meet you at the end of a corridor. you, ready with stories to pour out of your heart, i will sit there patiently astounded by who you’ve become beaming at the grace that our paths crossed”
He said, I love you, baby. Begging me to repeat after him. But I wanted him to love me without words but truth. He acted like it was a game to him?
Playing with my emotions all the time, and still begging for a simple word?
He said, I love you: but realistically I'm nothing when he loves someone else.
I remember the day he fell in love with me. he asked if I'd take his last name and pass it on to our children, Lola and Aiden. So, the day he started talking about her was the day I realized he was in love with someone else.
I could tell when he was falling in love again because we went through the same thing. You spoke about her like you used to speak about me.
......
I know I haven't seen you
I know we’re miles apart
I know I cannot hold you
But I feel you in my heart
Is it wrong to think of you
And you to think of me
Trying not to want
What we know can never be
......
In elke aanraking,zacht of krachtig,
voel ik de lijnen die ons samenbinden
liefde die groeit in stilte en woorden,
en ons hart opent voor elkaar.
Zelfs in afscheid blijft iets aanwezig,
een echo die verdergaat dan de dood,
de cirkel van leven en herinnering,
houdt ons bijeen in een onzichtbare stroom.
......
Twee blikken kruisen
een stilte vol betekenis
geen woorden nodig
om te weten:
ik ben niet alleen.
Jouw hand naast de mijne
zonder druk,
zonder dwang.
Twee stiltes
die elkaar begrijpen.
In jouw ogen
vind ik een thuis,
dat ik nooit zocht
......
Cupid’s adept at quantum entanglement
his arrow has no shaft instead a crafty wave
two spinning end curves, not a singular head
as this emissary sends signal to maid and knave
vibrations ripple with superposition stead
like bottle-nosed dolphin smoothly outdelivers
bashful receivers twist, twirl, dare not quiver
electric intention across time-space weave
this is no unruly Robin Hood fighting heave
......
Tussen ons
onzichtbare draden
niet gekozen
maar geweven.
Een stil netwerk
dat blijft houden
ook als wij
los lijken.