I see you, feel you,
Circling around the words, which
We could not speak out. (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.
Parallel worlds are
Easy to explain to you
But hard to conquer. (jf)
Picture by François Morvillier, poetry by Jonathan.
Faker by faker:
Player may be her savor,
Not a naysayer. (jf)
Video by Jordan Bakare, poetry by Jonathan.
-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.
The horse whisperer
Needed a dictionary
To understand this. (jf)
Picture by François, poetry by Jonathan.