I know you've tried to connect yourself with my aura
I have felt your echo across the distance
And your breath pushed my boat sail
I know you're about to cross the bridge wrong
Blinded by the fog of years, and firmness that come with metal links
You take that safe place, to the mainland, to the stable destination
I know you're forcing yourself to love in a standard way
And you think the rest is just a tale,
You think there is no love of explosions and shooting stars
Moving in the sky destroying doubts and cities with the power of his light
You think the mystery should go before lighting the candles and choose rings
You think love is calm, always in the same place,
The promised gaze is one that smiles at you
But you still feel there is something more
A multicolored bird that has not yet collided in your window
A house that takes you to many houses and mazes that smells
A golden knife that trembles and shakes transporting the remaining Ruby
With pieces of my force that strives to undermine
A place near your chest to finally be stolen
Privateer your heart, your libertarian heart...
You know that I don't care about your wedding day.
You know that is not true that false look of happiness
You know that gifts and preparations
They are nothing but dust on a table before the blow of my wills
You know from the first day
My destiny is fading away attempts
The conspirators inserted between my wings and your forehead,
But you think that I can not, you think that I can not
And you convince yourself that I simply don't exist, But you know within yourself that you're still waiting for me,
The first of my steps near to your home could change everything
Until the day of the meeting, until the day of the wedding
So I'm at ease knowing that the impact of my kite
It feeds on the wood of your dreams knotted in the wind and the distance
Thar weighs us from the day when the separated Us...
Press phtotograph of Kenan Imirzalioglu and Sinem Kobel, modified by the blog author, 2015.
This is a special post conmemorating the memory of Michael Jackson, who passed away suddenly at June 25 th in 2009. I will never forget that day and eventhough people say time cures everything and stuff, I still feel exactly the same thing. Everyday I still miss Michael, his smile, his strength to conquer the world and his dreams of peace and love remain so hard in my heart. So this week he will take over this blog and I'm posting a few poems about him, this first one was written the Concert Film Director Johnathan D. Jones, and I am adding also a video were he recites it. Thanks to the page UK LOVES MJ for divulgating this magnificent piece of art.
IDOL LOST
There I was, sitting alone atop the staircase, a waterfall of tears.
My mind zombie like, as I could not fathom what my lens had just captured.
He was beautiful - an Angel on stage - the voice of perfection.
While I withdrew from my family and the world,
I opened my eyes to imagine a genius that took me away.
Through song, through dance, with a soft tone, and a welcoming spirit,
He was me – I shadowed his life.
Certain similarities made me believe I was better than the greatest.
One that stole my soul, replaced, the figure that didn’t live in my house.
Every step precise - every move sensational –
As a kid we all believe in magic.
This magician allowed me to never grow up.
Our talents were not the same. But I studied him.
Added much of the good in him to help make me better.
He was rhythm.
Far beyond the dance I saw him change the world
As a professional child he was on the back end of the chitterling circuit.
A few years removed from colored entrances, and yet love leapt from his lips.
Cultures and races the world over sang in chorus.
He was BAD!
The 1, The only 1,
The 1 human being that I truly saw how Great God is through his warmth
I could not afford what many had the fortune to buy, and see, but I saw him-
I saw him in my dreams.
He stood just behind my eyelids.
I stood in front of mirrors for hours and hours -
Trying to look-like him - I wanted to talk like him,
For a moment I wanted to be him.
Never has anyone captured me completely.
Inspired is'nt justice - empowered by his ascend
No Prince could compare to The King’s gifts.
Entertained family, during holidays with fully imitated shows.
For just those moments I would really become him.
I grew, my gifts came in slightly different packaging, but I stole some of his wrapping.
I absorbed his will and determination for perfection to consume everything I did.
I watched, I studied, I idolized.
When he went into orbit and walked the moon, I simply sobbed.
Sat on the steps so amazed that all I could do was cry.
Imperfection is human,
So there he was, so high above that missiles had to be made up to reach him.
But he wore a glove to protect himself from the disease of hatred, and misunderstanding.
I stored all the good he shared.
Never punished him for falling.
Like a toddler who brings us so much joy, I just wanted to help him up -
Just to see him walk again
To a rich man, eating from trash is strange.
He reached a stage never, imagined, by anyone else, so to a closed minded few -That was strange.
A face -A nose -A color –
As insignificant, as a bag, holding a gift that a child has always wanted.
He was punished.
Backs turned, stories told, while people ran off with the loot.
Not I - I, idolized him.
I’d wished to talk to him.
I dreamed of looking through rare videos, and pictures, together -
So stored in my heart that one day I would open my eyes to see my dream.
But as sudden as a blink, I stood in my room as he was returned to God.
My heart ached. My one dream to share time with him, had been swept away,
or so I thought
As magical as the first moment I saw him -
It was as if he left me with a gift.
Though hard, and not the way I wanted, I had my wish.
As he laid surrounded in gold, and song -
I sat with him as rare pictures appeared across the stage
The printed version of "Heaven" is now on sale at Createspace and Amazon!! The paperback is available for you to order while the Kindle version is totally FREE just for limited time, so don't miss the chance of having your favourite poems printed for you to read anywhere or to give others as a very emotional gift. More exciting news are coming as "Aurora and Asphyxia" has been fully translated to English, so very soon you will be able to download your FREE copy too!! By now I give you also this new poster that I hope you enjoy and share, made with a small extract of the book "Heaven".
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¿Do you really love quotes? As "Heaven" is Now FREE for Kindle in Amazon, I keep on composing original pictures with some extracts from the book, so you can enjoy and share with your friends. This time I've chosen some verses from the poem "Presage", wich is contained in the first chapter called "First Abyss". Hope you like it!!
Remember watch more of this compositions of visual poetry at the new Pinterest. Thanks!!
It is very complicated not knowing where to go. Even you try and try, looking and analyzing internal and external things, you can't find the compass to show you a destiny, a trace to go, a spark to follow. Now I only see confusing shadows in the veil of the horizon.
Then, I see the ones that feel so sure, the ones that row with strength, with the certainity they will find their destiny, driving their boats with direct answers and the head up roughing out a direction. I will never find a way to thank to those ones that are still firm in my boat, even knowing that I don't no where I go, that I am completely lost and would be able to dry myself along the ocea before finding a way out.
I walk in circles following the clouds, their way doesn't make any sense, just like mine. I tread my very own footprints and I forgot how to stop.
Photo taken by Milza López. Copyright 2014.
It is complicated, so complicated, I told him. It's complicated, and he knows it. I have to open the door for him and I don't where I left my keys, I forgot my own secret keys and there is no trace in my memory about the code of honor.
I would like to travel in the same ship you do, but I honestly don't know where to go.
