#54

dashing

through a waking city

dew on the grass was

reflecting the sunlight

amplifying its gaze

young, old, tired, awake

while his breathe

fumed a constant trace

of white

all out of bread crumbs


 the quiet

screamed

“GIMME MORE  TIME!”

the loud

replied
in a whisper

“You’ll only waste it”

he stopped

at the crossroads

not able to choose

a side


after moonrise

everything was renewed

his worries, his doubts

but also the purest joy

of creating

fragments

solidified, once liquid

wordwasps


  •  27th September

#52 (foam queen)

a glass

filled up to the brim

it shattered

puddles

left to swim


upon the waves

after the raves

she flowed

on notes unheard

unwritten

a crown of salt

a gown of black


she fades

she shivers,

makes it back

the night is wrapped

around her heart

that aeons could not

tear apart


a living memory

yet it lingers

within his mind

and through his fingers

although he keeps

to those he loves

some place

he safes

for her

always


  • matthias geh, 16th April 2016

#51 (breaking the cycle)

I pause

and hesitate

and look back


discipline

is a word

is a concept

is not always my friend


trying  to feed

what nourishes my soul

I sometimes wander off the path

and taste some of the mushrooms

growing along the way

entcicing me with their elusive beauty


far from perfection

I’m throwing more words

into a forest of letters and numbers

that inhabit my drawers

wishing for some peace of mind

I’m planting even more digital seeds


*lunarpoet, 13th April 2016

#49 (spring cleaning)

sweeping

my self-doubts

from the attic

like abandoned spiderwebs

they are

learning

to fly again

worries

I turn into

a carpetbeater

raising clouds of sulk

that leave into

the atmosphere

grey butterflies

wating for their close-up

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recycling

memory-leftovers

from past lives

the many times I said

“I used to..”

stopped haunting me

as I weave them into my narrative

they become patches

in my dreamcoat

with my imagination

 tying up

the loose ends

patiently

even if

my loom might

be pausing

It never stops

as my story

keeps writing itself

in broad daylight

still I manage to

interweave

some threads

just enough

to keep

going



*matthias geh, 9th March 2016

#48 (on meeting fear)

Die Natur kennt keine Vernichtung, nur Metamorphose.

-Anaxogaras

I allowed myself

to pause

because I needed to

to not feel

when emotions

were too much to bear

regrowing a shell

similar to the one

I used to live in

but not quite


 

no more silent tears

I don’t bask in my fears

anymore

I acknowledge them

I face them

I let them pass

for the biggest fears cannot

be fought against

without losing parts of yourself


the fear of losing

the ones you love

just proves

that you love.


*matthias geh, 4th March 2016

 

47 (waldgesichtig)

tauwasser

zwei tropfen

gefiltert von moos

benetzten meine lider

ein urwald nahe der stadt

zerschnitten von der schnellstraße

das geräusch der brandung

war tatsächlich nur

motorenlärm


 

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waldgesichtig

in einem tropfen zerging

der winter auf meiner zunge

dem preis der geschwindigkeit

opfertet ihr die lebensräume unzähliger

brüder schwestern mit wurzeln tiefer

als die menschenzeit

auf dem altar des fortschrittes


schleichfuß

verzaubert mein denken

der wald in meinem kopf

erblüht in blendendem lindgrün

sehe moos, die plätze und tempeln

überwuchern

während ein tropfen speichel fällt

das brackwasser klärt

kehre ich zurück

in die sogenannte

zivilisation

ein trauerflor aus farn

über meinem herzen


*matthias geh, 18th February 2016

 

 

#46 (tiny silver people)

tiny silver people

hiding in my head

singing microscopic songs

when I go to bed

feel them in my fingers

feel them in my bones

feel them in my bloodstream

some of them have grown


walk the streets in twilight

scythe of time my guide

walk the dreams in darkness

they are smiling wide

feel them in my lips

feel them in my spine

feel them on my jawbone

dancing in a line


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tiny silver people

rest their heads to sleep

once they lived on hillsides

herding opal sheep

feel them when my eyes close

feel them on my skin

feel them near my eye lids

trav’llin through a grin


all those tiny people

that you never see

they are birthing starlight

running wild and free

wait for them at dawntime

wait for them at noon

tiny silver people

from a distant moon



*matthias geh, 15th February 2016

#45

I payed

three coins

three bananas

and some cheese

I brought you these

you were lost

in dulling the pain

popping the pills

as if you could ingest

some answers


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went to bed at three

your head in timeless

movement

through the jungle of your thoughts

be whole again

embrace the tribes

of bacteria


 

biosis is a natural state

forced antibiosis disrupts

the whole system

estranging yourself

from your bodyverse


*matthias geh, 14th Februarz 2016

 

#44 (The Alphabet of Poetry)

Abstract concepts

Beautiful imagery

Chaotic combinations

Divine inspiration

Elliptic dreams

Fluorescent memories

Geometrical feelings

Heartfelt desires

Igniting thoughts

Jibberish verses

Karmic konnections

Loving letters

Magical thinking

Newrology*

Open wounds

Prototypical themes

Questions asked

Repeatedly

Sirens’ song

Thaumic meters

Ultrasensations

Verbalized embraces

Waters of wisdom

Xenophonic wordcraft

Your soul poured into

Zebras


*The science of making new words



 

matthias geh, 13th February 2016