Three dots can say it all… — … Three dots. Ellipsis. A full stop that doesn’t want to be alone. An ending that continues. A declaration of an omission; an omission which reverses itself, if decoded by the reader. A manifestation of cowardice on its one “edge”, but the absolute courage on its other. Unclear communication on the one side of the coin…

Weekend’s prompt: inner situation=>outer projection — Lion, lion, Where are you? Will you come out of the blue? If I kill you, would this mean I’m a monster, too within? Was your figure in written formed just for secrets to be unexposed? I am ready to confront all the symbols you enclose. You exist for me to…

One sided wars — Yelling of any kind rapes silence. Talking just opens gates on it. Over-talking creates an unnecessary number of doors; Distinguishing is an art of our cores. But cores are covered, hidden under layers of repulsions and lack; the need to be visible and heard forces the words to just be spread…

A poem — Humans, oh humans; incomplete gods on the way to closing the circle, against all odds. Entities of an Entity co-sculptors of the physical, radars of themSelves, but with the astral field confusing the signal. God, oh god, or loving willpower with intellect; on the way to be fully identified by your atoms that…

A poem about our inner child — Phraseology of an adult. A grown-up appearance. An epidermic adulthood. A just-visual experience. That inner kid is present, and chooses on behalf of us, based on early-years being; time refuses to pass. We‘re not philoxenus* to it. …

A poem and a viewpoint about responsibility — “I am a puzzle of two pieces” — said the manipulative relationship — “that co-synthesize the image born; each one has its share in the creation. I cannot exist, if they don’t unite. Each of them is a potential me; I am just a possibility; they only enclose the ability. …

As within, so without — Hands search in the dark; a stable backing is needed(?) Feet think they hover​; illusion of insecurity succeeded. Worlds around are born, and worlds are dying continuously. A wide range of manifestasion-s; the system flows miraculously. Nothing in the external field’s stable, except change itself. …

A strange experience — Visiting a cemetery of dreams is not an easy case. I had to prepare myself for phantoms’ chase. The shadows of unreached goals might be fast. I needed to train my breath to last. I coached myself for months for this, in parallel with life’s other challenges. I knocked on the yard’s door and it disappeared. A…

When everything fits perfectly, everything collapses — Each shaped piece of it is a field of our life; this is how I saw it at that moment. We try to make them fit perfectly. The clock is ticking, being the opponent. Personal life and profession, friendships and all kinds of roles; all of it like this multicoloured puzzle that either…