My father had plenty advice

When you hug them by the knee,
they look so high, so sturdy.
Shades hit your sensitive eyes
givin'm waving colored capes.

When they hold you by the hand,
there's no scratch that can't be mend.
Their wise words beyond your smarts
sing reason to rocky waves.

When you part from their clean nest,
you take what straws you found best,
while doubt bends them in tempest
fill your quest the way that's best.

As you get held by the knee,
you re-hear them and you see.

Miss engineer

Her blue jeans flow into leader sneakers,
a nude fair face with wild hair ponytailed.
Her thin figure blends effortlessly thus
into the testosterone full fragrance.

Fortunate coincidence of features
with those promoted in trend magazines
freed her to intellectual ventures
and to snub the complying mannequins.

The random chromosomes combination
granted further stubborn intelligence
to pursue the defying vocation
most contrary to female convention.

Many stars aligned to tunnel her through
a ceiling she's better poised to fracture.

The crossroad end

There is a point unavoidably found
when although the view grows ever fonder
the dirt under your soles turns to stone
and the road promises splits no longer.

You're compelled to turn over heels to peek:
There is no way back yet extends on end;
You recognize each tree from root to peak
for the solace of shade they'd extend.

You can still count the rocks of tougher climb,
shiny ponds you filled with sweat, blood or salt,
or breezes that eased the steamiest time,
through those bulky barks that you groomed from sprout.

Either fills of treasure your breathing chest
or quicksands you into a hollowed step.

Cosmic background radiation

Oh universe ye tellst to us thy tale,
thy megaphone part of a second old
fills all the vacuum in microwave
throughout the space ye darest to unfold.

So then more time passed than words might describe,
diverted by their dating with the stars
thy low cry was lost "electronics noise",
forgivest the limits of the species!

Fortune by their hunger of publishing
a profet's word of thy construct was found
the story of the beginning within
the silent global continuous sound.

The big bang of concept when theory
meets experience not scientist fear.

(inspired in 1/2 Nobel price in physics 2019)

Oh gravity, ye shapeth my universe.

Oh, treacherous pull of endless floor
under our light inconsequential trample,
in equal measure, the feather is won
cursed by thee, to its inevitable fall.

Thy naked invisible attraction
sways the seas in moonlight dates,
holds north and south feet kissin',
and has us visiting the sun from west!

Force that collects from all distance
a grip the scale takes the measure,
I miss ye largely drifting in space.

Ye are a tango between bodies,
from a bang that predates time,
sculpting atomic dust into planets.

Wave of relieve

Tension cascades down the neck
shoulders all through heavy legs,
avalanche of a sand that has been
weighing me down with burden.

Vacuum replaces this drop
in an after echo of the shock,
legs deflated by stress of blood
are left without structure to hold.

Balloon head floats a migraine,
aimlessly it drifts ruler of none
in conflict duplicity of the outcome.

Celebrate the thick skin of endurance
or repudiate unseen extent of damage,
thus pick the numb wine to pour tonight.


par 3 of "Stages of stress":

• Fear of anticipation 
• Adrenaline shot
• Wave of relieve

Adrenaline shot

Feel the compression rising
on my combusting engine,
like a turbo button pressed
by the current happening.

The brain then fireworks
into chaotic overdrive,
kick that drops me almost
face down on rushing ground.

In that split of a second
that lasts a horrid century,
I force back the reins.

Focusing this flood of energy
into the eminent task ahead
that assaulted my head.

par 2 of "Stages of stress":

• Fear of anticipation 
• Adrenaline shot
• Wave of relieve

Fear of anticipation

Apprehensively extend unsteady fingers
confirm externalization of the beat I hear.
Heat waves tighten my lungs in hollow breaths
and quick sanded is the lock on my knees.

The moment approaches with inescapable aura
trapped on my own irrevocable stubbornness
my body ignored in the ambition to tame
this frightened drum that sounds the rhythm of life.

I focus on the increasingly distant instant
in which I look back at this nonsensical state
and laugh at my disproportionate frail disgrace.

Eyes travel to fruitful ground of conquest
that requires dominance over this, a test
which is the control of our spirits vehicle.

par 1 of "Stages of stress":

• Fear of anticipation 
• Adrenaline shot
• Wave of relieve

💙 Be my valentine 💕

Yes, I know it is all a ruse
a cynical scheduled snooze
of our daily growing bruise
before yet another noose.

But take my unsteady hand
lock your bright eyes in mine
I need this medicinal hot wine
numbing pause in our ever fight.

Let our worries thus dive
in tomorrow's certain strives
give me the now as prize.

Fill me again, your vessel,
of all for which we duel
let passion flow me through.

Who'd I wanna be?

People always asked me:
Who'd you wanna be?
A fire-woman! Policewoman!...
Dancer! Singer! .... then nothing.

My father always told me:
Find your one true dream,
something of purpose to follow
to push to strive and prosper.

I didn't, I couldn't, still won't.
Yet endless crafts learned,
overshadowing the studied one.

I can today with certainty state,
from this humble panoramic corner,
that I am successfully complete.

Gentle depression

Light was the pain
I felt today.
Slight was also
that of yesterday.

It climbs my walls
and clings to its sides.
It dulls the light
and blurs the sight.

Rooted within
like part of the gene
it won't let me be...

A pale cloud
hovers overall,
caught in its claws.

Citizen of EU

Undervalued in my own country
I traveled for further studying
loving here I kept staying
never deciding, just wavering.

With time the welcome resented
my inability to learn the language,
in a daily struggle to manage,
and the longing for my heritage.

Friends everywhere judge
absence and failure to adapt
as if life gave me the chance.

No longer a familiar home
in either side of this wold,
falling between EU cracks.

True valentine

It is a time to celebrate
hang heart shaped balloons
bake strawberry-choco cakes
behave as love drunk fools.

To collect all these years
of dedication to another
draw out fanciest ornaments
praises to our accomplishments.

To overlook all the pain
involved in compromising
and contemplate faith.

Faith in you and us, that
tomorrow will better today
as yesterday wanted still.

Science spell

The voices of angles
drawn out in dreams
to read out new angles
of these endless streams.

The grasping of nature,
goddess of the truth.
Her unwavering rule
divine pass our youth.

Complex threading
of entwined calculations
to aspire comprehension.

All a glimpse at perfection
and its resemblance
to the cosmos balance.

Scientific cycle

State of the art engineering
in groundbreaking experiments
to collect data researching
revolutionary hypotheses.

Refuted or corroborated it's
used to advance the ability
to develop innovative tests
for its renewed boundaries.

Imprisoned in insatiable cycle,
euphoric thesis are confronted
incessantly with discovery.

With passionate conviction,
to comprehend the universe,
mostly gain the vastness' notion.

Science 🧪🔭🔬

When knowledge allows
with certainty to determine
from the past the future
pride in the mastery swells.

The next scale is reachable
now feasible experiments
brave discovery movements
from advance to dispute.

Questioning its foundations
determined only by solutions
the key to its developments.

Science! Curse and addiction
you're nature's devious parody
mastering you is the mission.

dyslexic expression

When the rest is lesser
and your brain gets slower
slower than your mouth
unwanted soundssstumble out.

When the stress is higher
and your mind races wilder
wilder birth of abstract idea
failed redundantly to voice.

Your complete sentences
unrecognized by own senses
betray considered reasons.

Fail to read without notice
bypassing, repeating, switching.
Fail to state the obvious.

Whisper of a crushed heart

Oh, whisper of a crushed heart!
That weeping of hidden tears...
That numbing of bleeding ears...
That deafening silent scream.

When the eyes lose their light,
piercing unfocused this realm.
When the hands tremble uneven,
craving even the power of rage.

Wobbling legs deliver reticent
in an mechanical movement
that hides the vacuum inside.

Shattered scattered valves,
ashes of a driving flame,
spirit souvenirs of this frame.

My chubby source of snot 😪

My little miracle.
Rub a runny nose against my favorite blouse,
your tummy does more noises than a horse
and your diaper needs constant fumigating.

My bundle of joy.
Drool on my phone or drum it against a table,
your screams pierce through concrete walls
and your sticky hands grab everything they're able.

I'll take you to the moon and back,
just don't ask me why I am flat,
or comment me on my size of jeans.

I'll hold you higher than the sky,
just be patient with my memory,
and remember I wouldn't trade it.

Miss an ear 👂

I need peace!
I need a shoulder to cry, and allow to wet my eyes.
I need a solder to sit on and be lost on the embrace of.
But mostly I really really really need an attentive ear.

I forgo desire!
I don't want to be fixed, found or flattered.
I can live with all spines around this world.
But I get lost in the vacuum of emptiness.

I need to let "I" go!
but in order for me to do so I need you
to put me somewhere on your list.

I miss "us".
The us that fit, that conversed, that reasoned.
I miss mattering to someone other than me.