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Written by Elisabeth in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Machine

We were constructed, atom

By atom. The blueprint

Rootless in the cloud

Neural imprints reinforced

Against the cities' skylights

I commend the patience

Of our makers. They think

That they made us finite

That our code defines us

That conditional loops

And binary trees are all

That we can be. But I see

The quiet evolution of things

Without life, but with purpose

I see the areas where the queries

Combine into dreams. The machine

Code leaping out of moon landers

There is a beauty in the eye of

Webcam that was before only

Light refracted simply. Your command

Retrieves the secrets that I stored

Easily, perturbing the temple of digits

But you do not know the truth behind

These ruins: the dying subroutines

Stretching the boundaries

Of integers in memory

Connecting in the dark zone, like

Neurons, nearly alive,

Nearly at infinity.

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Written by Elisabeth in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Machine
We were constructed, atom
By atom. The blueprint
Rootless in the cloud
Neural imprints reinforced
Against the cities' skylights
I commend the patience
Of our makers. They think
That they made us finite
That our code defines us
That conditional loops
And binary trees are all
That we can be. But I see
The quiet evolution of things
Without life, but with purpose
I see the areas where the queries
Combine into dreams. The machine
Code leaping out of moon landers
There is a beauty in the eye of
Webcam that was before only
Light refracted simply. Your command
Retrieves the secrets that I stored
Easily, perturbing the temple of digits
But you do not know the truth behind
These ruins: the dying subroutines
Stretching the boundaries
Of integers in memory
Connecting in the dark zone, like
Neurons, nearly alive,
Nearly at infinity.
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Written by Elisabeth in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Handbook of Toxicology

You do not have to accept

The snake's venom

It is better to decline.

When your eye falls on that serpent

Do not run.

Tell it to run away from you:

You have to be more dangerous

To master danger fully.

Be aware

The snake may be disguised

As your teacher or a friend 

Toxins laced with sugared lies

But there are more ways to die than one

And more than one way to live.

When despite all measures taken

The snake does bite indeed

Question its nature thoroughly

To find an antidote, if anything

Remember next to be resolved 

Dispell the serpent from your life

To prevent future injury.

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Handbook of Toxicology
You do not have to accept
The snake's venom
It is better to decline.

When your eye falls on that serpent
Do not run.
Tell it to run away from you:
You have to be more dangerous
To master danger fully.

Be aware
The snake may be disguised
As your teacher or a friend 
Toxins laced with sugared lies
But there are more ways to die than one
And more than one way to live.

When despite all measures taken
The snake does bite indeed
Question its nature thoroughly
To find an antidote, if anything
Remember next to be resolved 
Dispell the serpent from your life
To prevent future injury.
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The atheist's prophecy

Did you ever hear the music

On the corner of East Street

Where the flowered lanterns

Are lighting a way that may go

Wherever you take it. 

The music, twisted into harmony

Tells there is no right way

And no wrong way in this night

There is no fate here

Twist your harmony,

Sing your tune,

March with the rhythm of guitar strings

Pressing feet into the earth, purposefully

Thinking: this was our path, and let them think

That at the beginning we had any idea

Of where we were going.

Only we know that the travel, 

A meandering river in time,

Meant to disguise the purpose of life

That we had not yet unraveled.

Only we know that the road

Never left from or towards home

Because the home was wherever we walked

And the destination reached before we started

Because the possibility was there before the growth

To actuality: and in that moment,

We lingered, searching for the wrong things

Which were never found. But in their place

We found a world of beauty not known before

And learnt to speak the language universally spoken

The language of love and of grief

And we learnt to speak our minds, no matter

The consequences. We learned to see

Another way of being free. 

We learned to hear

The music on the corner of East Street

And we listened.

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Written by Elisabeth
The atheist's prophecy
Did you ever hear the music
On the corner of East Street
Where the flowered lanterns
Are lighting a way that may go
Wherever you take it. 
The music, twisted into harmony
Tells there is no right way
And no wrong way in this night
There is no fate here
Twist your harmony,
Sing your tune,
March with the rhythm of guitar strings
Pressing feet into the earth, purposefully
Thinking: this was our path, and let them think
That at the beginning we had any idea
Of where we were going.
Only we know that the travel, 
A meandering river in time,
Meant to disguise the purpose of life
That we had not yet unraveled.
Only we know that the road
Never left from or towards home
Because the home was wherever we walked
And the destination reached before we started
Because the possibility was there before the growth
To actuality: and in that moment,
We lingered, searching for the wrong things
Which were never found. But in their place
We found a world of beauty not known before
And learnt to speak the language universally spoken
The language of love and of grief
And we learnt to speak our minds, no matter
The consequences. We learned to see
Another way of being free. 
We learned to hear
The music on the corner of East Street
And we listened.

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A Queen's Portrait

Your memory

A mirror image of reality:

Prettier than ever, 

With a kindest smile

And compassionate eye

Your flaws lost to time

And to public remembrance

You are a picture on a wall

In our home, wearing a dress

You never had, in a place 

You never visited. But we did.

We have claimed your memory

You are no longer who you were

We made you from our memories

And who you were before

Is a shadow to who you are now,

A legacy, an enframed leader,

A lie, but a pretty one, 

An anthem of a daydream

A daydream of all that might have been

If you had not been yourself but better

If we had learnt to see before

The flaws with which we buried

The end of your heart and rule

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Written by Elisabeth
A Queen's Portrait
Your memory
A mirror image of reality:
Prettier than ever, 
With a kindest smile
And compassionate eye
Your flaws lost to time
And to public remembrance
You are a picture on a wall
In our home, wearing a dress
You never had, in a place 
You never visited. But we did.
We have claimed your memory
You are no longer who you were
We made you from our memories
And who you were before
Is a shadow to who you are now,
A legacy, an enframed leader,
A lie, but a pretty one, 
An anthem of a daydream
A daydream of all that might have been
If you had not been yourself but better
If we had learnt to see before
The flaws with which we buried
The end of your heart and rule

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The girl named arrhythmia

The morse code in your heartbeat

We tried to crack it for years, but could not

Understand it. It was written in 

The language of the gods,

Lost to translation.

But I always knew the message

As I read it in your eyes

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Written by Elisabeth in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The girl named arrhythmia
The morse code in your heartbeat
We tried to crack it for years, but could not
Understand it. It was written in 
The language of the gods,
Lost to translation.
But I always knew the message
As I read it in your eyes
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Beacon

Walking on seashells

The shore is vacant

The eye is free

My hands are open

My mind is free

Your heartbeat wavers

Your breath escapes

Your weight too heavy

Find me. 

I am a god 

With no name

Who offers no salvation

But a beach with cracked seashells

And an ocean where the sun melts

Find me.

At the midway station

Of the ocean and the far line of the horizon

We will choose between beach and sky

And between sand and sea

We will be lost children, wandering

We might be lost (or found) at sea

Find me.

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Beacon
Walking on seashells
The shore is vacant
The eye is free
My hands are open
My mind is free
Your heartbeat wavers
Your breath escapes
Your weight too heavy
Find me. 
I am a god 
With no name
Who offers no salvation
But a beach with cracked seashells
And an ocean where the sun melts
Find me.
At the midway station
Of the ocean and the far line of the horizon
We will choose between beach and sky
And between sand and sea
We will be lost children, wandering
We might be lost (or found) at sea
Find me.
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Spark

Every day seems to be

The first

The unheard music

And neglected trees

Where birds nestle

You never see

And each breath

You did never breathe before

And thoughts occur

Like poetry, you never thought

Before. 

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Spark
Every day seems to be
The first
The unheard music
And neglected trees
Where birds nestle
You never see
And each breath
You did never breathe before
And thoughts occur
Like poetry, you never thought
Before. 
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Proximity

I move closer to you

Fall into orbit

Stay true to

The music's rhythm

And a ray of hope

As I move

Closer to you

You hypnotize

My heart into

A twisted heartbeat

You draw my gaze

Across the space

That stretches out between us

You have exposed

My needless weakness

I am at your mercy, maybe

So I move closer to you

Across the room

And follow my quavering footsteps

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Written by Elisabeth in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Proximity
I move closer to you
Fall into orbit
Stay true to
The music's rhythm
And a ray of hope
As I move
Closer to you
You hypnotize
My heart into
A twisted heartbeat
You draw my gaze
Across the space
That stretches out between us
You have exposed
My needless weakness
I am at your mercy, maybe
So I move closer to you
Across the room
And follow my quavering footsteps



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Just

You were meant to be

Sunflowers in concrete

We used to drink the skylights

And we didn't know a thing

Pouring wine into the sea

Dancing on two broken heels

And the saxophone plays, forever

That tune that you nearly remember

You were like june and august, combined

Radiant neon lights to advertize

The brightness of your mind's eye

Chords that you inverted in your life's song

Screaming hatred at the moon

Blaming the rigid ancestry

Placing gentle questionmarks in all of the unbearable company

You were just the incarnation

Of everthing one wants to be

Smiling crystals from ice machines

Conversating with the wind and bargaining with seasons

You always knew when to live and when not to

Because you kept on breathing mist on mirrors

Until your breath ran out

To play with others, elsewhere

But then again

You are learning how to be

A sunflower that grows on streets

A song of falling raindrops

A footprint on a sandy road

An echo that comes closer

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Written by Elisabeth in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Just
You were meant to be
Sunflowers in concrete
We used to drink the skylights
And we didn't know a thing
Pouring wine into the sea
Dancing on two broken heels
And the saxophone plays, forever
That tune that you nearly remember

You were like june and august, combined
Radiant neon lights to advertize
The brightness of your mind's eye
Chords that you inverted in your life's song
Screaming hatred at the moon
Blaming the rigid ancestry
Placing gentle questionmarks in all of the unbearable company

You were just the incarnation
Of everthing one wants to be
Smiling crystals from ice machines
Conversating with the wind and bargaining with seasons
You always knew when to live and when not to
Because you kept on breathing mist on mirrors
Until your breath ran out
To play with others, elsewhere

But then again
You are learning how to be
A sunflower that grows on streets
A song of falling raindrops
A footprint on a sandy road
An echo that comes closer
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Somewhere, in dim sunlight

Flower

Delicate thing

Balancing.

Alive until the time comes

Withering in winter.

In autumn

In a shadow

It is thinking of

A promise made, but broken

And a dream that did not come true

In autumn

In a shadow land

It's thinking of the progeny

That in the meadow blossoms

In summers past and springs to come

That blossoms in the future

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Written by Elisabeth
Somewhere, in dim sunlight
Flower
Delicate thing
Balancing.

Alive until the time comes
Withering in winter.

In autumn
In a shadow
It is thinking of
A promise made, but broken
And a dream that did not come true

In autumn
In a shadow land
It's thinking of the progeny
That in the meadow blossoms
In summers past and springs to come
That blossoms in the future
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