The time I broke human language - word by thought
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Thinking Text | Painting Poetry | Dreaming Digital
The try to grasp the complexity and colorfullness of love and reality.
I
Ideas
IImaging
IIImagining
IIIIustration
Words into rhyme,
fuse poetry in time,
colors ignite art,
as melodies my heart.
Melodic echoes,
of your memories,
I use them to paint,
turning colors into thought,
bridges called mnemonics,
whispering memories sought,
for your image
to never faint.
Read the text vertically too?
Begin with last word into all directions!
Never stop
(What is your)
thinking(!)on the ultimate/void?
Echoes
In echoes of thoughts,
I find,
a canvas of beauty,
vivid and kind,
within each word,
a landscape unfolds,
where memories of you,
forever hold.
Fields of flowers,
alive and in bloom,
colors dancing,
each one has it's hue.
The realm of words,
I linger in verses',
pain's memories ignite,
what time cannot rewrite.
Even in dreams,
all colors, words, sounds,
of beauty they scream,
yet your match never found.
The Farewell
And if only
I find her
on my last day on earth -
at the train station
before her train disappears
into the fog.
That's how I'll find her!
I'm waiting for you,
my heart.
Through all time and
all lives -
all worlds.
Only you exist.
You will recognize me by
my love -
you will find yourself
in my love -
look into my eyes, NOW!
Now go my heart.
I love
you.