The word is here, hope.
The eyes are clear. A near star,
Humans never far. (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.
Picture and poetry by Jeni G.
Why are we here?
Caged in fragile body’s
Strapped in skinny skinny membranes
Of thousands and millions of cells
Manifested in mater, slow energy
Inaudible frequencies, but visible
Touchable, so we could touch ourselves
Feel us, experiencing our inner core
To being more than changing fractals
Being more than light
Being more than darkness
Being more than a question:
Why are we here?
Cause the answer is divine
And it lays inside
We are here!
Picture and poetry by Mike Hundeshagen.
I’d say: Fail to rise.
Learn to live and make mistakes.
Days will follow nights. (jf)
Picture by Eugenia Bellodi, poetry by Jonathan.
No need to argue:
Right here, right now we find
The tables turning. (jf)
Picture by Ezequiel Piola, poetry by Jonathan.