Illo Friday: Remote

Hidden Places



in the midst of the city,
in the darkest alleys,
hidden beneath the walls of high rises
and streets --

lies remote areas
seldom visible
seldom unseen..

but by those hardly stricken
by misfortune
and grief.

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note: An almost late entry for this week's

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Illo Friday: Cold

Without Stopping



into her stillness
she came - silent
as she listened
to her shadows stalking her every step

and it came
from beyond the void
appearing in front of her
gradually foggin her clear concept

and again
she shut her eyes
only to see it unobscured
and it ram her heartbeat in two

and she ache
with every sun shining
with every empty morning
blank eyesights of chilled reflection

but she danced
with the wind's hurl
thinking that this flight
will be the transition
chasing the breath out of her

so in coldness
astonished by the fume
a wide gazing length
the faint light freeze-dried her

   and she came crawling
   as the shadows
   reappear again

But even in its softness
can she swiftly glide away?
with no looking back
  unheard of,
    unspoken?

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note: A very late entry for last week's
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Illo Friday: Lost

Lost Signs



No Raindrops

seduced by moonlight
silence decided to declare itself
should i not feel lost?
i cannot breathe
i cannot sleep
i cannot weep

dream away in the fire in your eyes
wrapped in the cold with you
melt with the breath of your mind
should i summarize
should i be surreal
should we blissfuly feel?

waiting for the caress of twilight
confined in the grasp of knowing
darkness is my knight
will you save me
will you stay
will you go away?

unstopped, unseen, no periphery
radiating embrace of what we seem
connected by a dream
just you and me
and a hundread
and a thousand
and a hundread more
of you and me...


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note: busy week.. have no time for a new poem and been working on this illo only during break times. im not sure if i posted the poem before tho.

it's official!

let's just say
i'm still choosing
from a list of a stories
to write



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Cosmic Villa

kissed by the sunrise
the clouds moved away
awoken from a night
  of non sleeping
being captured
  by the scent
    of the bright new day

broken -
from the shackles of the past
blank haunting
she sleeps in silence
curving scope of her vision
thru her dreaming world
he stalked

unsullied whispers
  of a new becoming
a thousand lapse
  to what he would say

as he glides to her side
that her brightness
  blinds the light
as she swiveled
  a half-circle away..

it is her grace
  that enraptured his senses
a flight -
  with an open parachute
landing on tiptoes
  to the ground

her sighs
  that unfreezes dewdrops
    evaporate to perfume
and her unyielding thirst
  for knowledge
that only he
  would have the courage -
    to quench and consume

a raincloud
of misconception
he blew away
defusing from a time long ago
where she blazed
  on ludicrously small
    amounts of peace

now flipping the void
of once her absent mind
he tumbled thru
and take hold
of a warmth that was both
  hypnotic and divine.

He nested -
  a silent kiss
on the top of her head
and whispered
enchanting intimacies
that both folded them
  and calmed them
with bright lights
that skittered
  across their windows
    across their galaxies
      across time.

and so he dove in
between the sheets
  and her gallant aura
that contoured her reserved space

now a new chapter
has been written
and time has transcribed
  new snippets
to a cosmic vista
that only he and her
could withhold and combine.

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note: Ik hou van jou.. tot de maan en terug.. dat is een f e i t . *.*

Illo Friday: Float

Space Tranced



Capsules of time
burried through thunderbolts
as the jealous sun loom over us

in the distance i hear
chilled by the racing clouds

my damp window
moistened by the whisp of the sky
and i hear them now crashing
wild cries of the wind
and the rooftops a'wailing
wanting to break away
set free and fly

the sun now runs hiding
as big blocks come as a surprise
rolling over
in the nimbus of his eyes

we lay there be-stilled
comouflaged on the ground
beneath the swishing
  and growling
   and spins
we remain entangled;
  entwined.

holding on -
to your invisible hand
as the wind carries us away
in circles we go
losing our grip we fly

will we ever land
on the same ground?
  i dont know.

let the air separate
let the sun dictate
as we now both float and wait...

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note: Poem made Sept.10, Illo made December 2004, but i guess it suits this week's topic at