New People. New Worlds. New Poems.
YOU AND ME WORLD WIDE
By Freddy Christian
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Copyright © 2011 Freddy Christian
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YOU AND ME WORLD WIDE
Contents
I’m the Earth/You’re the Apple
There’s a Beat in all Machines
“Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?”
– Edgar Allan Poe
A2in1
I push my buttons
with the impacts from the collisions
between man and machine
ringing in the front ears
the thoughts move
across the frontiers it seems
that brains and hearts scream
I sink to the bottoms
I sink to the bottoms of the confusions
I sink to the bottoms of our executions
I push your buttons
with the bangs from the illusions
between impulse and reason
floating in the air
our thoughts move
of the same reasons
why blood and dreams stream
Abstract Words
My poems
are present pictures
of my thoughts
you take a picture
Your ideas and dreams
work like fire
Your reflections and interceptions
walk like poetry
My thoughts
are my poems
of ash and fire
we mix metallic blood
Attempt of Reading You
You were surprised
that the sun rise
I told you
The world is in disguise
I hold you
You were surprised
that your feelings would burst
into a flame with my name in the city center
I enter
the flames of your fire
from the bottom of you
I see, hear, smell, taste and feel
The bold desire of our wire
in the attempt of reaching you
I find myself
coming down via my body capsule
A million ships
out of sight
of a heart beat
we come across
what we might call the coast of the past regret
Fruity lips
get out of here
of course it's the tip
when we make out a little bit
our words are the slip of a tongue shred
Two people ship
out
of tiny beats of bits
of a real world
we can be hosts of present’s lung breath
A tear drips
out of mind
of the world apart
out of a million one must have seen
a little bit of the ghost in the future threat
what is there besides death
and getting out of here/there?
Bricks
I see the same digits repeating
in your blue print, white drawings on blue
screens arranged differently like tunes
tend to change like clouds
So fast
So fast
So fast
I repeat the words to turn down velocity
of shared speeding electricity
arranged in different compositions
from one to another, second,
so fast that the words become insects
under our crushing connection
with the surface, in this surf age
I blame the currents in the changing ways
We came from the earth
We drown in the water
We live in the air
We fall to the sky
I see people
constructed by words and digits,
paddling, building dreams of stones, barely touching,
scraping the skies, holding everything displayed but their grounds
I see us as reflections,
bending waves, refracting lights,
connecting actions, changing story lines,
of what we do to each other, due to bricks
Committed to Love
Love is my excuse
to live
Love is my excuse
to breathe
Love is my excuse
to let the words breed
The untamed love of you
is a letter in my pocket
with an address
in a fictive world
your addictive words
rise from the sky
on my hands
flowers live and die
You’re my Godspeed
our love will succeed unnamed
as a dandelion proceed unashamed
up through the concrete in the heat
I watch the seed find a creed through the air beat,
this is our fled and tears shed, this is our flee and spree,
in a light year we meet
at the same seat, at the same time
in the same row, let the rivers flow, I can for the love of God
not let go, now, that you exceed
the knowing of exit
I’m committed to love
like a child holds on, an athlete goes on,
like a soldier looking for the dove
on the universe sky of ether
fragments of my shattered view
from the window I see either
heat waves that seem to be scattered on my memory of you
or grenade fragments due to the new cue
The love of everything
is pocket aces in my sleeve
ready to explode
and leave a rocket
burning like a meteor
on the universe sky
you’re a living metaphor
that never really said good bye
Love is my way
of feeling life beating in my heart
Love is my way
of feeling your nature’s silent voice
Love is the need
of screening life
Love is, you
cry and smile and try for a while
Connection
At any time
I would rather connect with you
under maple leave trees
than under a ceiling in a make believe room
Everywhere
There’re fairy tales in the airy trails
when I follow your footsteps
(maps and landscapes
appear and shapes
another world)
you make the areas around my cheeks maroon
Every day
you make me believe
under these golden keys
that there's a meaning in the way we bloom
Anywhere
there are snail blazes in the air mails
when I smell their betrayals
we set sails to the day of doom
Contact
The response of naked bodies
travels through time as fluid
Your sweat on my body
is my cup of tea
The game we play
is in the words we say
I would rather see your legs wide open on my desktop
than the wide open shine of an unknown star on my desktop
Thoughts of us
are mortar in the brick wall
Thoughts of us
are searching spotlights on the walls
The walls
are mortal if we stop thinking out loud
Some day
we’ll be sick of it all
I spread my wings wide open above your open mind
because I want to touch you, not just touch you
There’s so much
you already know, I guess, you think, we shrink, in the rollercoaster
Distance
The distance between us
is as short and long
as we make it
I would sneak up on Time
and throw a shining star
I would erase the distance
with a ninja sword
If we make it
there's only a dub song
for the resistance between us
I see us leaning
over the railing
of our dreams popping like corn
I see us
in the tides
drifted to shore
in one of two
imaginations
I watch your eyes
so close to mine
that they blur
I would kill the distance with a sniper rifle
and put in on your doorstep
I would use a silent air fighter
and show it on my radar
I see us
in the hides
shifted to more
in two hours
we are one, of many
Thinking about distance
is as confusing as thinking
about the meaning of meaning
I would kill Time
and put it in your hands
I would go back in time and assassin the president from a penthouse apartment
if Time was in his pocket
I would blow my mind away in a thousand pieces, in a second,
if Time was in my head
When Time comes to show
I’ll finish him off
Drive
On the road to a destination
behind the black shades
behind the window glass
we see the yellow future lines
A rhythm on the road
under the temporary hidden stars
A beat in the solar plexus
under the skin of the solar system
A time to make a note
about your pretty nexus
Behind your girlish looks
there's a world apart
behind the sun glasses
you will find no crooks
A time to think
twice and roll the dice
A time to be a little confused
A good time
to break the ice
Behind my boyish looks
you drive me insane with your angle
as a plane without an airstrip
comes to a cross road
Behind your girlish looks
you think like a woman
Behind my black shades
you’re an angel
Behind my boyish looks
I took the liberty
Enter City
Copenhagen –
dreams of Paris cafes
Copenhagen –
dreams of London colors
Copenhagen –
dreams of Berlin night life
Copenhagen –
dreams of district blues
Copenhagen –
dreams of New York high fives
Copenhagen –
dreams of Vegas and everything to lose
Copenhagen –
dreams of Sydney librettos and high lights
Copenhagen –
dreams of echoes of the architects, the poets, the dreamers and the echoes
that left the big city in a morning snooze
in a bottle of escaping summer booze
Copenhagen –
dreams of Tokyo glass
Copenhagen –
dreams of New Orleans jazz
Copenhagen –
dreams of Dubai fire flies
Copenhagen –
dreams of love at first sight
Copenhagen –
dreams with heads on burning pillows
like City Lights poets
dreamed of naked freedom streets,
walked on dirty night sheets,
talked in brittle birdie beats
Copenhagen –
you’re the shifting skin of a black cobra
Copenhagen –
you’re a riddle
Copenhagen –
you dream of other cities
– who dream of other cities in their rapid eye movements
Copenhagen –
you change my mind
Copenhagen –
our chains are behind
Copenhagen –
you blow my mind
Copenhagen –
our deal is signed
Copenhagen –
we’re young among Greek songs, wrongs and rights
casting their stories on our time
Copenhagen –
it was in your center we were young men
who shared thoughts of the blind kind
Enter Net
We’re airborne
with the blink of an eye
and the movement of a finger
We’re born in water,
traveling in air,
buried in dust
The propellers on your back
tell me that angels crash
like Apollos
We’re flying
together and now
anything is possible
Face to Face
Like a projector
lights up the screen at a cinema
blue light shines
like floodlight out the windows
under a full, a half and a three quarters moon
when I walk by them in dark halls
at any time
after the sun dyed our faces black
I transmit
a smile in a code
across the country
above a digit ocean
eyes on eternity
from the screen
as the flickering bits
in remixes of heavens
I transmit
your decoded smile
across my mind
above a dream sky
something said
disappears in noise
from the bus and the wind,
I hang up, grab it, almost snap it, I can’t have it
You’re light years away
hidden by concrete
but a rapid movement
shows me your face
at concrete places
I remember our face to face
Forget about Time
I'm only able to forget about the unfaithful vortex of time
when a poem from my head
enter the paper thin screen through my hands
and dance and break away
in tumbling tics of inspiration
I'm only able to forget about the unfaithful person of good times rolling in
when a word from my head
enter your transparent burning lips
and skips a human beat
in mumbling mixes of fascination
Free World
The world is as free as we make it
The world is as free
as a correspondence bend
between our electric eclectic humanities
The world is as free
as a kiss descend
between our trembling
mouths, noses, ears, eyes and skins
under the spring, summer, autumn and winter trees sent
on a postcard from head to home
The world is a freeway
sending our thoughts like cars
from a to b
The world is as free
as the direction
under our feet
The world is ours
before the hours
run out in life
give me a knife
and I’ll cut our brains loose
and we won't be slaves by time’s dome
The world is at last
images
of our actions
The world is ours and I feel the times change
as a mood in your mind
shines when it rains
Globish
My mind is filled with English words
crossing swords with my tongue
they make my head burst
like a lung in a bungee jump
The blink of an eye
The breath from a nose
The death from a mouth
The tear in an ear
The sun on your skin
(that tastes like red, orange, yellow,
green, blue, indigo and violet)
A hand in a hand
A contact from above
A feeling of freedom
An explosion of love
A sense of something bigger
is the trigger and the same as a familiar name
in world wide spider webs collecting the rainy sun
My mind is filled with small pieces
caught by my electrified ears and eyes
on a frequency with sequences
where people talk the same body language
like a rainbow
talks on behalf of itself all over
I'm the Earth/You're the Apple
I'm the earth
The idea belonged to Newton
Gravity is the spring of two thousand and eleven
The interpretation belongs to children of the future
Da Vinci painted the first strokes of our machines
The truth burned under their holy path
like the soil under dinosaur feet
Einstein defined space just in case
Now there's a universe connected to universes, in a universe, in a galaxy
We define our time from the inside; the gates, the humans, an open chest, the rest
You're the apple, that I yearn to kiss,
challenging what I thought I knew about laws,
chemical reactions, to the ground falling objects and man’s fragile foundation
There's a fire burning somewhere in the black whole
ready to collide with Earth as a big apple in a molehill
sliding into my life as a big city on my back with black souls
We rested on the seventh day, we were outlaws,
after meeting under the sun and the moon, naming the plants,
falling in love with the names of each other, euphoric hands, we made love, develop
Brains of the history are the global ghosts
The memories of your red mouth are my present philosophies
A light ball is the sharp, yet blurred future, that we discern in a blitz
I'm a scientist in love with science and fiction, the big dreams,
the blinding theories, the beautiful chaos, the profound, the not yet found,
the irrational, the ability of sharing, the capability of falling up, I burn, and wish
Interactivity
Sentences build up through time
are like land built with houses
I call you
when I need you
I call you
the names of the plants and the animals
We spent the night
together we spent
time on nothing but naming
the fire and the wind
I need your personality
in persona in absentia
I saw the look on your face
when you looked at nothing but the cards
The activity between us
quiver and crackle
in our persons
in our absences
Let us hold on to our scars
and dream as today’s infinity
slides into the night right to the left
of you I watch you hold on to the ropes
Vividly I remember our interactivity
And I glimpse the possibility of kissing
your dry lips, tired eyes,
tied hands, high hopes, again
Inter City
Your worlds are written
with black letters
on the ticket in my back pocket
the name of your city limit sparkles in icy diamonds
I'm eager to walk in your snow
I'm a sneaker on a dashy trip
I'm bigger than a city glow
I'm a trigger on a flashy grip
The whole wide world
is written in the network of nerves in your face,
lines in your hand, nervous tics,
veins in your body, nervous clicks
from idea to action we intercept
in a network of flesh and cables we interfere
with the magnetosphere of the interlude
from one to another, city, person, continuum, interest,
city individual and broadcasting happenings
of what just happened continue to grow
as the visual of a human
being in images
and interact
from one thing leading to another
description of interceptions
You took the ticket from my machine
when I entered your face
it was in my interest to collect all information
by intertwining with your interface
Except the one of your mind
I begin to understand the structure of the galaxies, the systems and the bees
Expect nothing from me
but humanity, understanding and solidarity
International
On the sky
hundreds of flags fall
like kites to the ground
in a mix of culture
In the air
colors and histories rise
like feelings in the underground
in a blend of proportions
Inter Net
The artifact in vibrating hands
are artworks of other shivering hands
Like a body is designed up through ice ages by evolution
a conversation and its outcome are designed by timing and everything
We’ll elevate and by then
I will in fact be an impact
of your burning words
in lack of understanding
We’ll meet again and by then
we’ll get back on track
of the speeding music
that fills our ears
Like a subway station and a newspaper section with a dead name
might seem like science fiction and no one to blame
the technology and the future is in our surfing hands
that left a greasy spot on the open window
I've Made an Expression
With my hands
I've felt your expressions
become impressions and seen you smile
crystals in sun light,
cry
waterfalls in snow
I've made an expression
that
on the other side
made me fall
backwards in water that shaped
some crystals in a time glass
I've made an expression
that didn't belong to me
on the other hand
of the square meters and the blinking
prompters between us
in red, green and blue,
your face takes shape
from my key ins
my mind moves you
and I wonder if there's a reason
why I want to feel you, touch you, know you, know of your place in space,
in the red sunsets, the green parks and the blue sirens
in the skins of reality?
I gave you the expression
in your face
I've made an expression
of thoughts, bones, fleshes,
senses, movements
and light particles
you pop up
from your hides
you enter
the world
of your fleshes and bones
you gave me an impression
Keepin Touch
Let us stay
in the touch that we are in
Let me touch the screen
behind your beautiful eyes
and though it might seem
like our first fragile hi
I’ll meet your looks
with a human beam
In books I’ll meet the mystery
behind your exterior
I’ll find a unique history
if you'll be my superior
I hope to find
your interior
I’m as blind as a man with no burning lights
in the dark nights of truth and dare
if you don’t share the sights
seen up through your time here
It’s a technicality
if you say that giving birth
to the big waves
was an equality of reality
Let us be in the touch
of lips smoking dry and bodies soaking wet
Let me touch your screen
like a shaking teen
and the next hi that meet your eye
will be my way of saying let’s not die
yet but try to figure out why
so many people cry
Let us keep the touch
close to our hearts
and warm bodies
that we were in
Mary Ann
A butterfly in your stomach takes my breath away from my body
I stole a moment of your life
and you won't get it back
unless you close my eyes
and blow the dust off our wings
so that we can stay together
My energy rains off my wings and now I'm sitting
under a rock with a butterfly in my stomach
because you stole my attention
Close your eyes and forget
everything about other times and other spoken words
and listen to the beat in your breast
The effect of the tropical storms between your sense
and what grow between us
send me off to a caterpillar stadium
where we were children in the same schoolyard
Sometimes we fell hard and back then
a butterfly landed in your hair and flapped around hesitantly
I stole a butterfly from your eye
and swallowed it
You stole the moment
when you entered the stage
I saw a butterfly, struggling,
drawn to the ground in the rain
We are consequences of lost causes
in the pond of society
I picked it up and put it in the shade
But when I left it was out there again
You’re the effect
of a butterfly causing a child and a silly boy to day dream
Definitely today is a stolen moment of our past tense
I'm in your eyes falling
You’re in my eyes
a girl and a woman in the light
of a flickering connection
We’re in our eyes stumbling
Merely
a click and a view
from each other
we connect
under the craters
above mountains and under bridges
our thoughts are transported
by bridges from a to b
by fingers to music
through rhythms and sequences
we see each other’s lives
formed by each other’s lives
through oceans of spaces
black diamonds and red spades
Missing Link
You're the missing link
between reality and imagination
we plot our thoughts together
You're the missing link
when I gaze you
with a blink
You're the missing link
when you amaze me
with a wink
You're the missing link
that connects life
in a twister
like a DNA string
I twist my fingers
around your hips
down to your G string
before you twisted me around your finger
I put life in a glass
compared to a small capital
we’re very tiny
You're the missing link
between imagination and reality
we combine our electrodes
Mix
There’s a smile in your eyes
There’s a smell in your ears
There’s a sound in your nose
There’s a taste on your skin
There’s a feeling in your mouth
that there’s a duality on the loose
There’s a hole in your body
There’s a whole lot of reasons
why I smile when you open your eyes
next to mine, that I smell the future
as sparkling electricity, why the sound
of your working organs makes me ache, why I taste
the fire on your forehead, why I feel the words’ substantial bell
from your mouth and hands like fingers on my body’s gasping shell
Movies and Music
I was moved by the pictures
you showed me of your steps
up through life you took
me with your first look
I was moved by the pictures
moving across the screen
up through my neck your mood
is an over the night sky moving moon
I was moved by the pictures
the music from your moving tongue
made when your hands touched the piano keys
at my cheek you hold the key to my moving movements
I was moved by the moving pictures,
trains, people, wind, water, cars, trees, I ease and release
in the mirrors of reality, in the mixtures of ingredients
I was moved by the motion pictures seized
in my imagination typhoon
you’re a bouncing balloon
and we'll see each other soon
explode from the cocoons of our bending spoons
I was caught by the phrase
of catching a movie, with you in the passing
I was moved by the fact
that a crack in a picture and a melancholic melody
can be fixed by reeling forth and back
in time, space, played screens and background music
I was moved by the music
that gently touched the show down below
Mutual
I’m a C3PO
playing some voodoo
You’re a R2D2
doing what you want to do
1, 2, 3
let us be
268 and five more
I'm blue as a low key when see through me
I’m high as an OD when you woo me
and you might see me move you
in a deep c
with my head in the deep sea
I want you too
which is why I said
I want you to
be here instead
I'm into you
and all the things streaming through you
Luckily, I’m as powerless as a politician under water
when it comes to you, I’m drowning in smileys
Luckily, you’re as comprehensive
as a star and a war
We’re robots
acting by instinct
Pictures
of the life we made
disappears, we erase the existence
of the life we had
I can't exist in this blizzard
I put my fist through the walls of existence
I wish I was a wizard, I wish I could talk to a dead lizard
I delete the pictures before they delete me
If the pictures become our common denominator
I'm bound to do like an alligator,
dive into the muddy water,
tear the flesh apart,
and become the daughter of a violent father
Scream! Love! Hate!
I'm a picture of you
in the pus fighting for lighting energy
Poetry
Poetry is when I forget to eat and think
about your feelings in the real world
Poetry is when my feelings for you
only can be expressed in black and white
Poetry is you in the way that the moon
is in the way of the sun for a short time
Poetry is an eclipse of life lived
from one point to another
Poetry is the point of no return
when I see your point of view
Poetry is words from one
to and about another one
Poetry is when I forget to eat and drink
between 6 p.m. and 6 a.m. I am
because of my burning hands
in the burning core
Poetry is when the shore gets bright
from the uprising star allowing me to see more
Poetry is holding your breath close to me,
not stopping until we’re out of ammunition,
stars, stripes, phrases, caught pieces and sons of guns
Poetry is the raw material
of which life is composed
Poetry is letting go, going further,
of yourself, going further,
now, going further
Roots
We're the same plants,
the same dirt, the same seeds,
the same eggs, the same blood, the same fish,
the same birds, the same predators, the same irons, the same crystals
We're the same words,
the same draft, the same mouths,
the same earth, the same ink, the same dolphins,
the same eagles, the same lions, the same layers, the same language
We're roots of roots
We're boost of boosts
We're ions of ions
We're bounds, lost and found
We're images of images,
youngsters of youngsters,
mother tongues of mother tongues,
young stars of young stars
We're as similar
as we're different
We're as similar
as the structure of leaves
We're as different
as the structure of flakes
We're as similar
as the patterns on snakes
We're as different
as the colors of camelions that you wouldn't believe if I showed them to you
We're two
out of billions
We're the same familiar planet
hosting different environments
See U
An idea sent
across the water
the messages drip
onto my skin
A cent spent
across the water
the transfers drip
away from my account
An idea forgot
despite the sand
the signals drift
in my eye moisture
We send our ideas
through the raindrops
the hologram of us
stops in time like the spokes of a bicycle cycling by
I would like to be the one
that sees your ideas
come to life
We spend our money
on ideas in design,
cars, houses and art,
still apart in a great amount
We send our ideas
with heart and brain
I send the image
of us in space
A wrinkle shaping
a smile gaping
An eye crying
a smile lying
A sent idea
cracks like lightning
A sent thought
multiplies like cells
A forgotten idea
weave in the sand
A forgotten idea
about tomorrow is consumed
I would like to be the one
that sees your ideas
come to life
An idea
of what's on your mind is received
and something’s got to give
I would like to be the one
that gives and takes
your ideas to someplace else
You did send me an idea
of what you wanted
when you first gave me
your time
Your idea was to take it slow
and now we slowly
glide into the future
I’ll see you there
and of what you wanted
I’ll see you flourish
like purple tulips in the spring sun
Space
Simply space is the
by us determined place
where we see one, and another face
in a mind blowing daze in a blind snowing maze
showing fragments of the upcoming phase
in the up speeding paste down going
in the case of out going
moments of haste
space is the simple
way to determine a place
that I call a closed book in your cyber face
The Missed
I won't miss
life passing by
I won't miss
a chance and a plane
I won't have
any fears when the view of our reunion clears
I’ll be nothing
but a man passing through in three generations
I won't be
a searching traveler in a myth
I'm nothing
but three dimensions
I won't miss
the dying past in a million years
I’ll miss nothing
but the dying organisms in a million tears
when we kiss in the star light, like a star kisses a light,
born as a contraction, dead as a supernova
I miss you
in my heartbeat
I miss you
as the kissed
You’re
the mist
There’s a Beat in all Machines
The beat of a butterfly
The beat of touching you
The beat of leaving you
The beat in a heart
The beat in the way of connecting
The beat halfway there
The beat in a network
The beat in a song
The beat in a head
The beat in a foot
The beat in a leg
The beat in a sex
The beat in a beetle
The beat of a living being
is the charged battery of a machine
made by a machine
made by a hand
made in Asia
made by the heartbeat of two people
made by the words of two people
made in a rush
made by two charged cells
made by two chromosomes
made by an egg and a cell
that barely made it
The beat when I meet you halfway here
crushes me and tells me that there’s a beat
in all clockworks of spinning blood,
pumping cogwheels and turning points
Through night and web
connections bustle
out in cyberspace
out in night life
rhythms tumble
out in the solar system
Through with this
I'm going
elsewhere
Through you and me
the universe is created
out of networks
out of periods
we are connected
by the orbits of life
Time
We run in empty spaces
down empty streets
where we chase time
down to the last second
We see in empty faces
that something happened
that let us taste time as letters
and flavored lollipops
We lay in empty places
up along the beaches
where we waste time
up the shifting hills
Time in our Hands
With time in our hands
we fly like time
tends to do
We're flying senses
from head to toe
the messages
in my hand lines
tell me the names
of my bloodlines
from time to time
your life is a different
picture of the time
between our contact
from eye to eye
and you to me
there's a sound of time
running through our bodies
like water through water
The time was ours
and your hand in mine
made time stand by
like water below zero
We
We're here and there
sometimes, you’re there
when I'm right here
Sometimes you're there
when we both are
right here
We're together in the sense
that land and ocean are together,
sometimes touching each other’s presence
Some times are hard as magnified lava
but your skin and smile
are as soft as light
caught by an optical lens
We're before and after
motives of moving existences
through breathing waves
your green in contrast to my blue
sends me to the nearest universe
and I stop and cry for a moment
because I couldn't have done it
better or worse in a heart beat
I can't contain the beauty and the ugly of the world in my head
but your breath in my mouth makes me realize
that you are right there and that anywhere
is a consistent echo of everywhere
I can't comprehend
that we’re nothing but light and sound
Sound in the light
of the glowing minds
of our
vertical and horizontal
lines on the globe
Words on Words
I can't put words
on the words in my head
when you open your mouth
and share your words so well
with perfection
I arrange them
with shaking hands
and if they break
when you open your mind
reflection steps in as hell
Together we found
the words and sometimes
we don't talk
the same language
I hide them under my T-shirt
where your head left a print
of a thousand thoughts in my heart
when you open my naked eyes
with your body keyboard onboard
words are the last communication
Wide World
Across the planet
we share dreams
across bricks
we share thoughts:
in spite of
oceans, deserts, jungles
distances, volumes
and time zones
we kiss
good night and good morning
we say
hi and good bye
And across distances of
walking feet, miles and stones
the irises of your eyes glow and implode
like small big bangs and the flow of words in a row at a magic show,
brighter than light in ice
on a lake of blank mirrors
on a clear new morning frozen
somewhere in the world
in a nuclear
time stops
Epilog
The Aftermath
January 27, 2011
I started writing this book three days ago. I stopped when the evening of tonight shifted into late night and the beginning morning show of the forthcoming aftermath. By then, I was hollow and satisfied. No words, only silent darkness and burning hands like the ones of a craftsman crossed my mind. Once again, I was able to breathe through my lungs instead of my words, painted. Now, I’m a stranger in the light, the light is a stranger in my eyes.
I've never felt the world’s signals beat this heavy and raw in my uncovered heart before. These poems are my naked electronic taps put together; from earth to toe to head to thought dashes to machine to words to plane crashes today tonight tomorrow to water splashes towards two stroked to you; you too.
This is fractions of my time in our time. The aftermath is to come as a reflection of our actions.
I stopped when my head was empty, only to go back and polish here and there a few times: Like a soldier polishes a boot, a jeweler takes care of a diamond, a saxophone glows up the dark, a tune sparkles, a candle shines a light. I laid my hands on the machine to correct a comma, edit an impulse, remove a letter, pick the first impression, choose the latter, add a you, move a me, rephrase a sentence, reshape a stanza, swallow a verse, erase a word, describe a universe in fewer words, rearrange a composition, fit a situation, alter a line up, make up the bed of my mind.
Now, I’m a stranger of my past, the past is a stranger in my eyes.
I'd been feeling the overwhelming beat of the planet’s universal nature in which we both were breathing at the same time, thinking and feeling, separated and together, finding myself, feeling rather good. I sank in my chair and became speechless on behalf of my fingers. Speechless as if she was right here; in the same little world of empty coffee cups, clothes piles, hills of pictures, closed doors, foggy notes and whispering walls of my mind’s reflecting bonfire in the pane. On behalf of herself.
She’s on the mountain of frozen rain and earlier on falling water, stuck in motion, bursting up and down the slopes, on the line of her life, directly north to this cold town. And we're not alone. I can't wait to see the water in its falling nature again.
Now, I fall asleep with a rattling mind, the awareness of a snake listening to the stroking surroundings, attempting to tune in on the slip streams of the future and a bit of you in this wide world, dreaming itself bigger than us. Even when it's asleep.
You were in my mind as a wasp trapped in a jar.
Notes:
The line “I stole a moment of your life” in the poem Mary Ann is inspired by the title of the poem My Life In A Stolen Moment by Bob Dylan.
There's a Beat in all Machines is also the title of the danish electrorock group VETO's first record.
Online:
Ebooks by the same author: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/freddychristian
Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Freddy-Christian/188740777828120
Cover illustration by Morten Gaarden at: http://www.mortengaarden.com/
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