Poems

2024

 

Unprecedented

A yellow candle

Is not a guarantor

Of a wish

Being sold

On a shop floor

Although

Waiting, looking

Flipping and packing

Is perfectly done

Night after night

Even if

The moment

Is layered

Like a kettlebell

Worth of a tonne

On a chest

With the picture so close

It blends with retina

Played

In all the rear museums

Night after night

When the image

Appears

Through fortified

Fears

For a minute

Or five

To the idle eye

It is a lie

Whilst

In an isolated heart

Of an unmasked clown

In an unmanned town

The system is on

And urgency is severe

With zero amount

Of previous

Supply

Of such a surreal

And unknown

Kind

There is

A light

A riot

A restlessness

A change

Addiction to

Helplessness

A renaissance

Extra hours

Of security control

Are justified

Until the incident

Is verified

Night after night

In this epilogue

The skin is mask

Indeed

The storm is water

A drink without ink

No signature

No witness

Is required

No, there are no victims

Breathe in and out

Until this time

A dream sufficed

So no aftermath

Nor paradise

No con artists

In disguise

As always just your circus

And your dice

The fate is math

It is precise

And asks for

The correct price

It doesn’t

Loose the sight

It is exactly as

Described

Next time

Check twice

Night after night

 

Unprepared

The test is named Eight

The longest ever quiz

A spectacle of skills

Calling all the cells

Involving every fear

Everything that’s dear

With salinisation so prolific

Your sweat

May melt tequila

Your skin

May ruin stones   

Your tears

May pickle bones

Think of it at every corner

Dawn and night

And when the time is right

Something titled Nine

Will begin the flight

 

Expectations

It is about the journey

With all the destinations

A dream of a surrealist

Although it still exists

Shiny hazy hearts

The warmth of lazy lights

The route is planned

By sleepy music bands

With shaky glands

And frozen hands

Maps are not resold

Nor are they controlled

If pathfinders

Are locking chains

Or blaming trains

Unbeknownst to them

All directions

Are copies of their veins

 

Check Out

This liberty lost thread

Because of the neglect

Fractured words

And raised heartbeats

Darkness

At a frequence

Empty rooms

As a sequence

Undefended baggage

A story to be named

Unattended passage

A marvel to be claimed

Notice of escape

Without a guarantee

Or proper A to B

The coveted diem

Is a moment in the stream

An omen in a dream

When the path is free

Forget captivity

When the door is lit

Do fake divinity

 

Timing

A hundred-year-old dreams

Had seen some time in between

And even tried

Some obsolete machines

They wrote to the golden queens

Asking if changes in the air

Were seen

Whether locks

Were alienating any ghosts

Alternating any plots

Leaving anyone

Stranded in deja vu ports

Discarded

Nowhere to report

A silent pivot

Of an old force

 

On a Contrary

Nature, am I weak

You don’t teach me

The language you don’t speak

You don’t show me

A journey you find bleak

You don’t warn me

Of the dark techniques

You are ignoring

All the cold antiques

Why are you gently

Looking at the sky

Without looking

For a golden lie

Can a smile

Help this fire

Even for a while

 

Digital Gamer

Consoles do not

Curtail the soul

The pixel floor is loading

Like a paper sky is floating

Can a virtual fire shake

From the rain in May?

A dot shore

Instead of

A right door

A song about cheating

Is easily composed

With a shaking hand

To finetune a lie

That the player is fine

And the timer is on

The cycle of pay

And decay

The predator skin was ordered today

To kiss the prey on display

It is not the online wolf

Who needs sleeping

But the mute mode is worth keeping

Where do wires stop

Who is allowed

To walk through an arc

Proceed in the dark

Cables get jammed

And buttons get stuck

Unknown to the censored

And the disconnected heart

In a fiddly rush

With a heavy start

Unfair end

Numb backgrounds

Hunger and prayers

Nonexistent fog

Tasteless air

A fleeting game

With one advantage

A hidden

Uncontrollable control

A disco second

Of a ball

 

Outdated Perceptions

The words were out

And kept on hold

Displayed like walls

With silk and gold

The dawn is up

And running ROM

It’s hammering, showering with old pills

Despite a contract

With past thrills

Press all the buttons

To see

New deals

 

Luck

It is nine forty and the hectic smog has vaporised

Clouds will come back dancing

If authorised

Restless neons and divine faux lights

Are immortalised

During this indistinguishable

And unrepeatable night

Amid towers, faulty wires

And pure concrete

In one heart out of blue

In one light out of two

A glassy dream breaks through inner taboo

Epochs of wasted tickets

But this one is coming true

A glassy dream breaks through inner taboo
— Loudoe

Beyond the Scope

There is a box at the door

It takes up the whole world

The last advice is on its side

A good bye ink as a guide

Treat with caution

Keep a constant eye!

It is colossal and important

Like the immense blue sky

This wonder is uncalled for

It is a winning lottery galore

A treasure of such caliber…

Oh, it is not there anymore

 
Tasting time like a treat
— Loudoe

Chance

There is a minute to start new promises

So the singer describes a life

In long confusing paragraphs

Excited, scary and wild

Each second surprising audience

With choices outside the book

 

Human and Nature

A standing appointment

With a warranty for 4.99 a month

For you and a fox

A taste of a wholesome light

No tests on life purposes

Don’t wait for ink to dry

Accept conditions

Convince the fox to try

 

2023

 

Not a Rehearsal

The film has no meaning

Seeing and trusting

Actors and shots

Sifting through thoughts

Forsaking jackpot

Accepting the mess

And petty whatnot

Getting together

Right on the spot

Before missing the plot

 

Night Thoughts

The composers of bass

Are on tonight

With one invite

They are good at stopping

Silence talking

And listening instead

In a few minutes

Is a transit of Mars

With the sound of cars

Someone new

Knows what to do

Let’s pretend it is you

 

Sombre Rock

Hey sombre cosmic rock

Is heat and pressure shock

That’s what it takes to form

It’s tough as an ocean storm

Complete at once the fight

Release your inner light

The duty is to find

The magic of your mind

Illuminate the love

Yours truly at the end

That’s what the letter meant

Hey sombre cosmic rock
— Loudoe

Un Chat, Chippy, Tea et Ah Aie

Of course you are brighter

Don’t I shine too

I might need some water

And I’ll dance with the Moon

And you are thinking

Through the best CDs

Whilst I am slowly counting

Bitter scar cities

And you are breaking ground

Like a hundred thousand-year-old me

With my memory

Of my first blue sea

And the sun duty

But no one can travel time

Like the green old me

And the darkness is

More than just heavy

 

Personality

Permanent exhibition of ‘one’ kind

Not a dance of the two

Who are free

A display of unrehearsed bravery

The tests are passed

Once masks are addressees

 

2022

 

Falling

As in the song

Like anything

Disbalanced

Torn and shaken

Leaves know the difference

Between flying and breaking

 

Loop

If it is noisy

With a grey obscure view

And nothing coming through

With the catch of the day

Being a constant ‘twenty two’

Which act remains true?

Restore the silence once anew

If it is noisy

 

Alone

Cold and empty stations

Open pure spaces

To speak honestly

Of truth

 

Plastic

What about the stain

On the gritty planes

Try them

Let them blossom

Let them in

There are flowers underneath

Acid rain

Golden bones, falling birds

This rock doesn’t send a word

Maybe it is calling

On a landline

Did you have an accident?

A double glazed hope?

In a plastic hug

Which film tonight?

About the taste of birthright

Or bread bite?

 

2021

Chances

There are rocky hearts here

In a satellite mood

Mythological planet’s

Procrastination tool

Eighty two seconds

Like Saturn’s clues

Eighty two moons

 

Keys, sunsets, glasses

Like drumming on tables corners

Lights, chairs, voices

Like lyrics in the ultimate song

 

Sapien

A tight bloc of thoughts

With a secret jukebox

Ruled by the gut

And know all paradox

Time seems thicker during the rain

And memory is choosy about its lanes

The night flower burned by the sun

Hiding the moonlight from everyone

The cluster of luck in the shape of an ache

Welcome to stage the funny wise ape

 
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