Balter

Why do we have a mouth? An insane skill to talk?

I say impossible things that you'll not even think of.

My words went all over the floor and I cried alone.

Nothing else has to be said, I cannot even breath.

Let me borrow another brain, a short break up from mine.

I wish I was still in the beauty of misunderstanding signs.

Overrated, coward, screw my emotions, I can't stand them.

Tender poetry, lust is joy, affection is pain, love kills us all.

Don't listen to me, vexation will fade on fingers guitar's strings.

Agitation disappears under my hat while I read your favorite one.

A dip in the Baltic Sea, a jump on cold thin ice; break and repair.

Empty ships sail from me, I swim in this deep sunless room of mine.

I'll run after my fear, find your looks through other thousands eyes,

this unsatisfied frustration of destiny is a joke, an unpredictable laugh.

My hips move to some 90s shallow rhythm, let's dance, we'll all be fine.

A happy image of you smiling crosses my navel; what's the next surprise?

26th of August 2017, Rome

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Don't forget to get lost in the Empire's river.

Twain shaking looks make flimsy sounds,

untold lips reveal the secrets of the Moon.

How to do things right if there is no pattern for life?

Darwin's looks go all over me, 'What a pity! - he says -

Look at the swan's dance, something went wrong.'

White feathers turn black, depraved yet elegant.

The performer melts the disaster with a crescendo

while bare figures dance under the shiny Milky Way.

The arrangement is wrong, the moment even more.

A silent sky shows its solitude of endless dark stars

mirrored in the choreography of those naked souls.

Nobody had a gun, but we heard a shot, who killed who?

An interlude that made whoopers fly away, music stays

in the memory of the water that possess many decades.

The worn figure is sealed in a blue velvet saxophone tune.

Faces all around me have no eyes and mouths to show.

I meditate on Kerouac's road, no Nirvana rainbow, uh?

A man is alone, because he feels so, under the Sycamore's shadow

where a feminine figure follows the tempo of reversed words.

This impenetrable rain is a kind of distraction from nonsense pain.

There is an absence of structure for the bosom's keen desires,

eternal dialogues on a subject that not even the Lord understands.

My orbit is a forest of flowers, I live there as an eternal gentle sound.

24th of August 2017, Rome

© Illustration by AITCH

Chimera

I am aware, I have already lived this daydream,

It has been written in old hidden memories,

I can hardly recall the forgotten experiences.

You can see it in the imperfect iris of my gaze.

The anima explodes like a green Super Nova:

the Big Bang, the Universe, the Creation of Life.

Destiny, destiny, destiny, does it exist for us?

You may be right with your curly thoughts,

our encounters cannot be randomized at all.

I can’t evoke that important thing that has to be done.

There is a path painted in blue by the Chaos of Truth,

I have the need to follow it before I go somewhere else.

My ancient spirit developed, so did yours, bygone beings.

We came from an atavistic immemorial land of lost souls,

deep, vivid eyes that know the importance of being real.

Empty envelopment rule and work; let’s awake them dancing!

Growing bodies manage the world while copy-pasting fears.

They can feel, imitate, but there is a bug, they cannot create.

Possessed by the movement of electrons, we sing mantras of intensity.

Energy flows through me and you, learn how to use it, honest and brave.

You are water in every dimension, particles settled in bipolar bounds.

An atom means nothing, it does not really exist, we are a continuum element.

I am convinced that we already collide with whoever we were in the eternal circle,

I cannot see the past or the future’s will, but I can be in the present time of now.

The whole black matter composition, that rules the world's unknown dynamics,

shapes us all in a beautiful endless entropy that seems clueless, without sense.

One day this odd content will be over, be concerned before the silence arises.

The Chimera (/kɪˈmɪərə/ or /kaɪˈmɪərə/, also Chimaera (Chimæra); Greek: Χίμαιρα, Chímaira “she-goat”) was, according to Greek mythology, a fire-breathing hybrid creature of Lycia in Asia Minor, composed of the parts of more than one animal. It is usually depicted as a lion, with the head of a goat arising from its back, and a tail that might end with a snake's head.This term has come to describe anything composed of very disparate parts, or perceived as wildly imaginative and dazzling. The shadowy qualities of these three creatures put together in one symbolic being of animalistic behavior that is untamed and writhing just under the surface of every human. Each have their merit. Each creature is part of Mother Earth. Wild, yes. Unpredictable, sure.

21st of August 2017, Rome

© Illustration by HERIKITA