Friday, August 14, 2015

H.E.A.T.

The sun is moving the roofs,
they vibrate with the lights
Shimmer to the rhythm of the heat,
they make you believe it

Above a certain temperature
it seems possible, to some degree
Things warm up and lift up,
as if they were fata morgana

And you wish you could fly, too
spread your wings, and take off
Ride a thermal spiral up to the sky
and look down, hovering upon high

Thursday, August 13, 2015

shooting in the dark

you've seen them stars,
and the falling ones, too
you think you know them,
but you don't have a clue

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

surprise

The last time I was at the market place, there was a moustached man who nearly jumped in front of me, as I was coming over to a grocery stand. He only told the woman selling her goods there "Be aware of the man with the moustache!". So he disappeared as suddenly as he turned up.

It was like a scene from a movie. I felt somewhat surprised, wondering if they were really making a movie right then and there. Also because I do have a moustache myself, even a beard. But then I got the carrots and leeks that I'd paid for, and had to realise that it was just another ordinary day.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Lately (I feel a tiny bit more pissed off...)

Still didn't receive the papers from my last job. Not my last salary either. Didn't even get to talk with them. They don't take the phone. Obviously are busy with someone else.
Instead I received a call from my mobile service provider. They think it would be best for me if I had a monthly subscription. Instead of charging my card whenever I empty it. They can see that I've paid too much lately.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

How does it make you feel?

I remember this picture on the page of a science-fiction magazine that I read as a teenager. I couldn't understand if this creature in it was (meant to be) evil or simply strange.
Now I know that it was alone. That's why it seemed so unreachable and so hard to comprehend.
Exactly like me. And several hundred thousand others to that. In this very world, and not in a sci-fi story.

Monday, June 8, 2015

Rotten

On Friday I saw a man crying on the train. He was older than me, maybe fifteen-twenty years more. He was sobbing loud now and then. That's how I noticed him. I was deep in my book. Then heard him letting it out loud. He couldn't help it or just didn't give a damn.
After a while, I felt like going over to him, and give him a big hug. But I didn't. Instead I gave my notice at work.
The water tastes so strange in this heat. Even if I let it run for a minute or so. Rotten.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

pointless

Everyone's struggling to see the reason why,
though it's in front of them, they look the other way
And here I am, wondering how they miss the point,
but that only means, I'm one of them; that's the point.

Monday, April 13, 2015

obvious vs. oblivious

Photography only differs to comic books in that, that it doesn't take the effort to fool you to the extension of showing even the most horrible things as cool and good-looking. Yet, the pictures we take are missing to reveal, for instance, how much suffering is included in the construction of a great building. Which again is a good example of how human beings can be turned into an organic machinery. But again, in all organic lives, and even in that which seems to be unorganic, there's a whole lot of pain and struggling, as part of making it what it is.
The question is, when will we reach the point to use our organic mind to avoid all the useless hurt, instead of causing it. Since we can achieve technical wonders unthinkable of before, wouldn't this only be a matter of attitude and will?

Sunday, April 12, 2015

The Guys with the Strange Eyes

Why are they always looking down,
like they couldn't take it anymore?
Or is it just a mood, like a frown,
maybe they have too much to think of?

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Pennywise

Can the evil clown from The Dreamcatcher be an elderly woman? Yes, of course. Just as much as it could be me or you. It's our choice how we behave.
Well, it was me who named her, only in my head, like this. She had a strange red color to the remnants of her hair that spred out into all direction. She loved to go around and shout, yes literally shout, remarks all over the office. Even personal ones. Not directly, she didn't have the bravado to that.
When I started to work there I used to say Hello! and Good morning! every day when I arrived just as everyone would. Right after that the guy who had trained me left the company, one morning when I entered and said hi, she screamed as if an ironing desk fell on her foot (bet I wish). Her problem was that I didn't look into her eyes while saying hello. Now, there's quite a few people sitting in such a big room, and I meant it for all of them. And though she didn't say this to me in the eyes either, she made sure I heard her.
So after this I didn't say hi when she was there, however I greeted her when we met in the kitchen, in the corridor or other places of the building. Aaand surely looked her in the eyes. I thought this would make her understand that I didn't mean any bad that day. In case she really meant to adress that drama to me, which seemed to be the case. As she only seemed to get completely confused now.
Soon after I heard her telling someone that she would then do this or that to make someone hate her even more, because she knew that she was hated by that person. Is that a psychiatric case or what? Who in their right mind would want to be hated by others?
Honestly, I know it's not the right thing to comment on how other people look like. But one thing I will never forget about this person is her eyes, blinking small and I would say it, yes, evil, nearly all the time. I have no idea why.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Morning Waiters

Gap upon gap
in your moves and your head
Then so very glad
to see the day at your bed
And to know that it's over
that dreamless unrest

disappeared

A repetitive dream again.
The part where folks are invited into a huge, dark (or maybe for the outsiders it's invisible) room or ship. From which they'd simply disappear. Is that teleporting them or a physical gateway through a cave?
The next picture - We (who didn't get in?) are riding on a bus, and feeling a strong connection with each other. All in silence, as if we knew what we're thinking anyhow.
Before that, it seemed like, while waiting at a terminal, found and took others' shoes (or maybe boots - wintertime?) because I'd lost mine, or others had taken them.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Switched off

Sitting in a lobby. Anywhere.
Waiting for something. Anything.
Surrounded by some folks. Anyone.
What's the difference between the unimportance of any of that in a dream and in reality?
What really matters is what's happening.

Someone asks someone else to say something.
For some reason I feel he (the one who should answer) is an important person.
What's even more important is what I see.
The one who's talked to him grows one pupil to fill his whole eye socket.
The one closer to the one he's asked to talk.
It's not a clear thought, rather a vague but then a nearly shocking discovery.
This means he can force the other one to talk by controlling his mind.

As soon as this hits me,
and right then there might have been a rush of sudden whispering heard all over the place,
someone I can't even catch with my eyes,
comes over to me in the blink of an eye, leans to my face,
and more than telling me something, he makes me understand his message without words.

And I'm off, and wide awake once more with all the pictures clear in my mind.

Saturday, January 24, 2015


"You're torturing yourself, and you dream a lot."
(The Dreamlife of Angels)