The Mind of a space monkey

The hours pass,

You linger, you last,

The snow has taken the time,

The horrible dust.

What is it you wish for?

What do you want?
Is it fulfillment,

Is it my joy?

Doomned creature!

Is it my soul?

*

„Decay, lust,

Love, dust,

Matter, spirit,

Brain and soul,

Do you believe,

That you fulfilled your goal?

Are you worth any more time?

This very precious gift of mine?

Go! Now! Live your life!

But do you know how to?

Will you be miserable,

Or finally live your life?!

Why couldn’t you now…

Just die?“

Here we stand, in Paris,

Aegypt and old forgotten lands,

Dancing by the light,

Which the moon us does grant.

Leaping and laughing and grabbing the stars,

We need nothing but each other and a thought,

Somewhere to start.

*

A cold winter night,

Your coat, dark red by the streetlamp’s light,

The smell of cinnamon and wine in the air,

It comes from a warm place, they even have chairs,

And as we step in, it is a bar,

An old man in the corner is lighting his cigar,

There are some seats of heavy brown leather,

He waves us to sit there and rest from the weather.

*

And so, not any different,

There may be more places,

Even in worlds still unknown.

All we need to do,

Is believe and just know.

Time doesn’t matter,

It is not essencial,

It is friendship and love.

A moment,

Above.

( Many thanks again to the lovely Ruxandra Popescu, creator of the painting, thank you darling. )

And by the roots it ripped and took them out,

It was enough, It had no doubt,

All the answers were so close,

For nothing would stop it’s craving for what,

It had found, now,

At last.

The light, so far, so close, so warm and sudden,

Was it blinding? Was it pleasent?

Might it be from god a present?

It doesn’t matter, it is new.

It is now granted,

It is truth.

„Here I am, roaming amongst!“

With a rattling sound it cried.

The earth quaked and heavens lit,

And all around awakened quick.

And since then,

Just until now,

It is still walking,

Roaming around.

( Painting by Ruxandra Popescu, thank you, darling. )