PC Game
You are playing are a PC-game next to me, called
Need-For-Speed, while I am writing poems next
to you, wishing I could fill the void in my heart
Knowing full well that your reality has no room
for me – unless I play PC-games or build a mosaic,
I have to accept your verdict, that I’m not a good
Mate for you, it is quite irrelevant that you are
not a good companion to me – nobody writes
poetry, you say, they read Country & Home and
Beautiful Garden; prepare to tour the country -
until I undertake the next grouting project, we
shall be at loggerheads, you say, until then
I read my book and dream about the time when
I shall be non-physical consciousness
roaming free..
Black Hole In Mind
I used to think
thoughts and feelings
dropp from a cliff
vanishing into
nothingness
Now finding
we can choose
to follow them
through a psychic warp
till they reappear
in multifarious
experience
where symbols are alive
thoughts fully realized
ALL DREAMS are alive
SOMEWHERE
together with a million
different versions
of ourselves
I wish I could enter
the dream state
meet these Versions
and Dreams
in this moment
of time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But You Are! ..........