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​”Unspoken Tales of Art Poem Series” – Reha

​Unspoken Tales of Art Poem Series//
*BIRTH OF ART*

It all starts
One dark night.
One face,
Buried in the pillow.
Another face,
Transfixed towards infinity.
One’s feet,
Can’t move out of bed.
Another’s,
Walking the edge of terrace.
One,
Tired of carrying stones,
Of past in the heart.
Another,
Exhausted, speaking to those
Who never lend an ear.
One depressed,
Another heartbroken.
One giving in,
Another giving up.
But none knows,
How lives can change,
In a flash of a moment.
How a thought
Comes by the wind,
Flickering the candle
Turning the pages,
Of your current chapter
To one, you never knew
Existed in your story.
Sweeping you far away
From the fields of emptiness
And filling you with an ecstasy
Not everyone’s gifted to receive.
And that my dear
Is how art arrives.
In a flash of a moment,
Flying in through the window,
Settling down beside you,
On the sheets,
Streets, terrace,
Wherever you are.
Simply waiting
For you to step in,
The rebellion called art,
And begin creating
History,
That lasts a forever.

~REHA

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// PART 1 –  UNSPOKEN TALES OF ART//

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*EVOLUTION*

I know,
There’s something more to you,
Than what you seem.
I know,
There’s a myriad of hues,
Beneath your bones and skin.
I know,
You try to camouflage in the crowd,
But there’s miles of mysteries within.
And I think,
I know more than a few things.
I feel,
As if I already know you.
From a different time and space,
Where you didn’t care,
About people, place or pursuit.
Where you embraced,
Your reflection more than opinions.
Where you believed,
Your words over scripted quotes.
Where you allowed yourself,
To breathe more than respiration.
Where you used to be You,
And not just a hologram of You.
And always know,
That I’ll know,
How much you’ve seen all this time,
Never knowing what it might do to you.
How far you’ve drifted away,
From what you are meant to be.
How long you’ve been struggling,
To give this journey a purpose.
And although I can’t tell,
How long life’s furnace,
Will keep breathing fire.
I surely know,
A diamond is in making.
Keep evolving,
As the world revolves.
Just try,
Never to get so hard,
That you become one,
Which breaks itself into pieces.
Watch my words,
But never let them grow over you.
Read me,
Never become me.

~REHA

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//PART 2 – UNSPOKEN TALES OF ART//

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*SEMICOLON;*

I don’t always have
The best lines to write,
Yet I scribble.
I don’t always know
Of the nicest words to say,
Still I speak.
I mostly don’t know
Where to end a poem,
But I do pause,
Somewhere.
Anywhere,
Where thoughts take a turn,
Where memories flood in,
Where going on gets tough,
Where it’s simply a wait until next time.
I pause,
But never stop.
I decorate,
Every chapter of my life,
With commas and brackets,
And when I feel like putting an end,
I plant a semicolon instead;
For art has no end.
You can pause,
But never put a full stop.
And you and me,
And everyone in between,
Are nothing but nature’s portraits.
Sculptures that speak,
Flesh that feels,
Heart that weaves,
Mind that thinks,
And confuses,
Pause with rewind,
Play with stop.
Only to replay,
Every single word,
Once again.
For there’s no full stop,
Only a pause.

~REHA

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//PART 3 – UNSPOKEN TALES OF ART//

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“Going D’accord” – Oliver Ritthaler & Jonathan Falk

The road was long. In most moments we fought boredom, didn’t we? And we won. So we are here. I won’t regret a thing. Like you.

Remember those days we pasted up stickers all over the town, some works still to see. Think of us djing in dark locations until sunrise (What happened there, stays there, oh, my beauties, oh, wet walls…). Or imagine how we performed poetry in front of the working ministry, including laughing unemployeds. This was my story but now it’s ours.

We got children. Some are ours. Some are loved the same. Or are older than we both together. I have no clue of what I am talking about, that’s why I am wiser. Come into my arms and feel warmth, sister, brother, forever alien insecurities.

May the future judge, some content analysing bots or just the dust in the wind. Our hearts pump, it’s their job, blood. Your hearts may jump, that’s their will, pressure. The world’s music moves us on eternally. Everything will be alright, as long as we go d’accord. 

“Going D’accord” by Oliver Ritthaler & Jonathan Falk

Original picture by Oliver Ritthaler. Edit of picture and words by Jonathan Falk.

“Low Hanging” – Eva Maria Freshmaker

Low hanging thoughts rotate inside
tasteless and without any colors,
fading me away – should i really mistaken this?
our long deep conversations and dried tears,
our jokes about our human incompetency,
your always clear and direct spoken words,
which helped me to understand the unspoken.
I miss it.
I miss you.
This is going through and through
to know that our expectations
taking different directions.
Directions without the other one.  

“Low Hanging” by Eva Maria Freshmaker

“Another Bloody Twilight” – Reha

“Another Bloody Twilight” by Reha

ANOTHER BLOODY TWILIGHT

Summer had begun,
Like many of those before,
When you rolled on the green grass,
Tossing smiles brighter than the sun.
But then came the stormiest night,
When you shut yourself in the walls,
Tearing apart all your reasons,
To smile, to dream, care and celebrate.

Drawing upon the bright sun,
Strokes of an atrocious purple sky,
Turning the priceless smiles,
Into a canvas of red so vile.
Which looked like a bloody art,
All except Satan would despise.

Yet such crimson skies,
Dawn more than once in a while.
When they rush into the walls,
Of cheerful banter and peace,
And leave by only debris
Of malice bathed in blood.

Numbing every feeling,
Snatching every smile,
They enjoy the screams
And fireworks of red tears,
As the world mourns in silence
Yet another bloody summer twilight.

REHA