You come from behind.
I break through rusty front door.
Lets catch ourselves. (jf)
-To the god of your mind-
In my mind, there is a sandbox.
In the middle of empty space, great like the outer space.
Thousands and millions of data streams floating through the space.
I grab them and direct them into my little sandbox.
With bare hands, god-like, I transform them into light, pure energy.
Create patterns to visualize their frequency.
And I build monuments of thoughts, not with stones, just with patterns.
Picture and poetry by Mike Hundeshagen.
A gift, the present,
To take with you on journey
Just around yourself. (jf)
Picture by Jordan Bakare, poetry by Jonathan.
Web of creation,
Labyrinth of memories,
Joy of doing stuff. (jf)
Picture by François Morvillier, poem by Jonathan.
The trip to myself?
El viaje a mi mismo:
Die Reise zu mir! (jf)
Picture by Leslie Mann, poetry by Jonathan.
Next life: Both cats, but
On different planets. Inter-
Galactic meow-meow. (jf)
Picture by Light Bodied Art, haiku by Jonathan.
Come for a visit.
This is god’s house. The devil
Only owns the lands. (jf)
I throw into an ocean
Of sandy circles. (jf)
Are obvious. The shape fits
Your disfunction well. (jf)