Into the Wild

The sweats of your beating heart
May escape your limbs
To welcome a naked night
With those who sculpted it
Into a gorgeous goddess.

Continue another mile,
And expand your universe
Into wondrous constellations,
Creating a path of ascension
Into your youthful soul.

Chance may lead you to a musical,
Where you stop to extend the drums,
To wildly gaze at an earthly energy,
There, a free soul holds your hands
To dance under the glowing moon.

Now you begin to realise,
The rhythmic symphony of life,
How it was all choreographed by
Your own limbs that bow
For its own goddess of a heart.

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I – Just – Can’t

These letters – simultaneously – combusted
Into blackened – ashes – once I heard you –
I heard – your crying whispers – and breaths,
Whispers – cracking the air – into fearful – tears,
The wind – to carry – your soul – now ascending,
Without consent – no chance – for my eyes –
To utter – your – last word – no place – for –
My heart – to beat – its last dance – for – you –
Return – to me – just – return – all of you – you.

My Dutch Friend

Historical dialogue between Earth and humans
Caused for banners to be put on our heavens,
The arms of humanity held one another for a
Chance to relive the beauty of nature’s purity,
And you are no different, O gorgeous friend,
Whether our time can be put in numerical
Forms or our memories can be inscribed on
The ancient pages of this Earth’s history,
Know that our encounter was definitely fated;
You see, the person who actually attracted
Me to that lovely group of friends was you,
Your energetic soul broadened its wings to
Soar over my delicate heart and fulfil the
Isolation that I felt at that moment; indeed,
I still remember, and I kept this to myself,
But not today, today I’ll tell you how rare
This friendship is; despite the short numerical
Time and the archived inscription of memories,
From your smiles and your amazing accent
To your sports and your social acceleration,
You made me look forward to the weekends,
In hope that I go back to the hostel and see
Each one of ye together for a wonderful time,
And ye were there and you were definitely there, too,
So I will delay my warm and loving thanks
Until I actually come to the Netherlands to see
You in person, and that day might be getting close.

Dear One Percent

Roll a die and take a chance
At leaving Earth behind for
An adventurous voyage to
A nameless planet. Accept
Your very low intelligence,
And challenge yourself for
A bit of dignity: carry your
Own bags, and put them
In your million-dollar-jet
For we can surely sit one
Of your sibling chimps on
That comfy chair behind
That wooden desk, but
Do not worry about the
Picture frame on the wall
For the both of you are
Really identical; nobody
Will tell the difference.
And remember to return
The die you just rolled,
Because I know you, Mr.
One Percent, you greedy
Bastard. Yours Sincerely,
A peaceful ninety-nine.

Define Humanity

Don’t get me wrong, I really love humans,
But the definition of the term humanity
Has really changed in the past couple of
Years, as if – I don’t know anymore – say
If I roll a die, an outcome determining an
Exploding earth, then that is merely due
To chance, but what will happen to the
Definition if the die does not even exist?