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“Lavender Bloom” – Various Works Of Eugenia Bellodi

With closed eyes I saw
Fishes swimming to the night
Into lunar lights.

“Dreams Of Fishes” by Eugenia Bellodi

Is this my brain that
Messes my sick perception
Or just illusion?

“Fragmented Brain” by Eugenia Bellodi

Fishes may be my
Leaders and in the moon lie
Long lost comradeship.

“The Solitary Moon Is Mine” by Eugenia Bellodi

Pictures by Eugenia Bellodi, poem by Jonathan Falk.

“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

“Dare To Play” – Reha

The one who comes last in the race wins as much as the one who crosses the line first. The only loser is the one who never dares to cross the starting line. One who always loves to cheer from the stands. Who can find a hundred reasons to slip through the back door but not a single reason to be the frontrunner. Who’d relentlessly suffer, hiding in shadows yet won’t show up on the starting line, fearing what if he fails!

And honestly speaking, somehow this person resides in everyone of us, in some nook and corner, playing hide and seek from time to time. Neither strong nor weak, always eclipsed between the dawn of heart and dusk of mind. Desperately awaiting the single moment when your guts go weak and self esteem beats slow, and that is when you stop.

You think it’s okay to stop sometimes, to sit back in the gallery and cheer for others, unfortunately not realising that deep down inside a part of you wails for missing out on another experience. For it can’t comprehend your fears, but only see that you are as much capable as the one out there. Then what to fear and why to hide away. For mistakes are something we all make and winning or losing never makes any sense.

The only real aim is to play every game. To try your guts out, no matter how hard it seems. For at the end of day the only winner is the one who tried and everyone else celebrates defeat.

Poetry by Reha. Follow her blog!

“Sway With Me” – Reha

Hey Human,
Why do you keep your head low,
Day and night,
No matter how dark or bright.
Look above to the endless sky,
The birds racing in freedom,
The sun playing hide and seek,
Behind the clouds that know no rules,
Blending into a setting sun,
Painting a canvas with mystic hues.
So many tales are there to tell,
About me, without me.
Of days when I blow in your face,
Just to see that smile light up.
Of days I create a havoc in your hair,
Just to pull your heavy strings a bit.
And of days when I’m absent,
Just because only my absence
Can make you feel my presence,
My existence and my negligence.
I’m sure you’ve heard, walls have ears.
But do you know, I too have a few.
I too have eyes, that see your gloom.
And skin that feels, your struggles within.
A brain that knows, what’s going on inside.
And a heart that knows burying things alive,
Wouldn’t ever make your morning bright.
So please look up and feel me around,
For even in the hardest steps,
I’ll make sure you don’t fall.
I’ll listen to your stories,
Without judging the cause.
And would just sway around,
Even when you push me aside.
For all I want is you to be alive.
To suffer, but not alone.
To know, someone’s there to listen.
To believe, the end is far away.
And when you fall short of breath and belief,
Melt in the darkness, and sway with me.
For I’ve known a thousand languages,
And in each one, love and trust speaks the same way.
Just sway and breathe,
And know you’re not alone.

– Confessions of the Wind

Poetry by Reha. Follow her blog!
Video by JF.