Poems



 

 

LUCA: Cogito ergo lift

It`s an old wound

Not reality

It`s not as bad as it feels like

Not burning all the bridges bad.

It`s setting a boundary bad.

Not getting petty bad.

It only feels this horrible because

I remember it

I remember how much it hurt

 

Might be true but only if

It would be so easy

To blame it on your parents

To blame it on someone else

Let me catch you right there

You see the wrong perspective here

Do not find blame

Understand

For today I learned

 

What to share is the solution

And everything else is there to spare

The solution was to heal from it

To accept

To be angry about it

To grief

To accept again

To forgive

To move on without it

Make a Tattoo about it

Only a memory

 

Now I am;

Cogito ergo lift

I think, so I lift

A healthy body

Healthy mind

Healthy and kind

To myself

To others

 

When I am in the mood

I am an adult

I have made new experiences with the world

I learned that sometimes something else can be important

Right now

But I am forever important

 

And don´t have to talk about

How we freeze

When someone asks us if we feel loved

 

Sometimes I wonder about that

If I am capable of loving myself

If that task might not be too hard

Sometimes I wonder if I am a Dschinn

 

I wonder about love

A lot

A whole lot

I wonder what the hell it is

Is it creation

Is it a nation

Is it a sentence you write

Just because it rhymes?

Is it 2 + 2

Or is it 1+1

Maybe it is

One plus one equals two

But it always is one plus one too

Is it two parallel lines?

Is it two pairs of shoes?

Is it important to pick your partner by the shoe

 

If they are a vans

I cannot be a Doc

But if they are a Timberlands

They are close

But not a cigar

 

If they are Docs and I am Docs it must be right?

Right?

 

What if they are sneakers and I am sneakers?

At times

What if they are heels and I am still a doc?

Wait

Am I a shoe now?

 

Hold on

 

Wiping off my mental chalk board

 

What if love is already here? What if it is all around me all the fucking time and I can`t escape it?

Is love knocking on my door tonight?

Can love knock? Do I have to brutally knock it`s door down or wait for her to come to me?

Is love a woman?

 

 

Is it important to pick by similarity

Or is it in the small details?

What if love is something completely else?

 

What if

it is a sensation?

A feeling you cannot explain

and will only surrender.

No matter how much the pain

It blocks it all out

Throws you right out.

Am I love?

 

Or am I just a lightning beam in eternal ray living in a time machine

talking to souls mainly 

and sometimes switch back to a reality 

that makes me feel kinda dizzy

 

Am I thinking myself into psychosis?

Better book an appointment with myself

Two weeks from now on

Waitlist is kinda long

But seriously

Can someone tell me

 

WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?