You come from behind.
I break through rusty front door.
Lets catch ourselves. (jf)
If I’m eating, then I’m eating.
If I’m drinking, then I’m drinking.
If I’m walking, then I’m walking.
If I’m listening, then I’m listening.
If I’m consistently, then I’m consistently.
If I’m inconsistently, then I’m inconsistently.
If I’m playing a fool, but know it, I’m a wise man.
If I’m playing the wise man and no one knows I’m a fool, I’m still a fool.
If I’m making decisions, then I’m making decisions.
But if I don’t making decisions, I already have made my decision.
So I decide to play just one role on this world. Me.
A multipersonal being between enlightenment and madness, dancing between light and darkness, a endless moment in the twilight.
That’s my decision.
And life is my consequence.
Myriads of choices
at crossroads across time
Find many troubled outcomes
all of them divine
Picture and poetry by Jordan Bakare.
I decided for friends,
So I never left country.
I decided for humans,
So I never left earth.
I decided for bikes,
So I never combusted.
I decided for health,
So I never took pills.
I decided for love,
So I never hated.
I decided for life,
So I never feart death.
I decided for art,
So I never lost meanings.
In the ocean nobody can see your tears.
To be an melancholic is an inner thirst to feel all. The diversity of all details and structures around us. In my mind this is the first and this will be the last I ever feel. In my mind… memorize the melancholia. This is my decision. And this art world is the consequence.
Picture and poetry by Noirin&Lyra.
This we ALL have in common, every single person. Like this we are all united, without borders, hate, anger, exclusion…
These turn difficulties into horror. And arrogance, dominance and ignorance are the course to hell.
Picture and words by Mietzekatze3847.
Pictures and poetry by Jeni G.
To be mother, to be source.
Males are lost in war… (jf)
Picture by Mietze, poetry by Jonathan.
Manus manum lavat.
One hand washes another.
Who cuts fingernails? (jf)
Picture by Leslie Mann, poem by Jonathan.