Things that make you
miss or gain a heartbeat
I'd like to meet:
as many members of my karass as possible.
what's this? hurray! an illustrated story!
yes, it’s true, I’m just a speck.
a grain of common dust.
and yes I’m pretty much invisible,
in this gigantic vast
universe of thoughts & things & dreams & birds & bees,
and lands & seas & dogs & cats & mice & men & mes.
and yes I passed from your right ear,
and through your head and left;
and blowing where the wind may take me,
is about as high as I can get.
but I don’t think, I know I can.
I’ll turn to big and be someone.
and now that I’m a pebble,
don’t dare to think I’ll settle.
I’ll hop around and into shoes,
so you’ll notice me with every move.
but a pebble is still, just a little old stone,
and not quite enough, to make you moan.
but I don’t think, I know I can.
I’ll turn to big and be someone.
and now I am a rock, and you’re a little man;
so climb, Sisyphus, climb the mountain,
climb again, my son.
and as a rock, I may get chipped,
but I no longer care.
you don’t reach where I have reached,
without some wear and tear.
but I don’t think, I know I can.
I’ll turn to big and be someone.
and again I am a rock,
but the third rock from the sun.
and I spin everyone on my accord,
as only big rocks can.
and no longer invisible but invincible,
I turn to bigger dreams,
and set my sights to the horizon,
and it’s not what I believed.
because suddenly able to notice,
what’s going on beyond,
I see a blanket spread around me,
a space too vast to grasp.
a universe of thought & things & bangs & holes & stars,
of scorching blackness, of sizzling somethings,
of things to come to pass.
but I don’t think, I know I can.
I’ll turn to big and be someone.
© roie avidan
Music:
All who play or played
from that place
beneath the belly-button
Heroes:
plants that grow
in sidewalk cracks
let me enlighten
myself
in this dark, in
this blackness of
Nothing,
let me embark,
on a Journey
to Light,
on a Journey
to where,
I will face up
with Endings,
to see if I care,
enough to return to
that point
where I once,
began with a
Journey,
To find where to
Start.
In the middle of these nights
which are the evenings
of my days
I seem to recollect
a fervent notion
that once screamed
inside
Be yourself
Believe in yourself
Become yourself
this infallible night-scheme
seems to run off and hide
at the first signs of sun
through the window
and in the middle
of this afternoon
which is the morning of my life
I’m just
Bored
Beyond
Belief
i could blow
a building
over
with my breath.
i could.
or i can stay
here standing
in this shower
dripping water drenched
with yesterday's sweat
and just
drip
drip
drip
drip.
life passes.
A poem,
Poems,
have no blueprints.
A poem
can be made
long
and
even
longer
it can be short & sweet
or bitter
or stale
it can smell
like a daffodil
or public restroom soap
or crap
it can be about
Anything
Love Death Life July
or Nothing
it can hurt you
like a squirt of lemon
to your eye
it can crawl on you
like an army ant
it can give you a hug
it can scratch that spot
on your back
it can be like the
neighbor’s dog barking
all through the night
but
It can’t
Pass right by you
It can’t
Poems have no blueprints
A Poem has no rules
But it has got
To
Rattle
Through
Your
Cells
losing is not an option
when you’re lost
winning is not an option
when you’re realistic
and I am really lost.
being is so hard
when you’re human
being is so hard
when you’re human
and I am really trying
let the singing winds
be with you not against you
with you not against you
with you not against you
let the beating ground
push your feet not pull them
push your feet not pull them
push your feet not pull them
let the shining skies
ignite your heart not blunt it
ignite your heart not blunt it
ignite your heart not blunt it
let the endlessness of things
lure you not engulf you
lure you not enclose you
lure you not alarm you
keep your shields lowered
keep your heart fragile
keep your guard down
hang on to your fears
the singing winds
the beating ground
the shining skies
they're all around
just close your eyes
inhale exhale
open them
and look.
Once upon a time I was
and then evaporated
Once I was a thing of energy
but now exasperated
Once I’d never think twice
and now I ponder
Once is not enough
it makes me wonder, if
Once is just my version
of a self inflicted lie, ‘cause
Once to pounce on life
is stupid
You should try, and try,
and try.
timeless
but extinct,
I am in harmony.
eternal
but disillusioned,
I am tired.
mostly tired.
if I could
get some help,
perhaps a partner,
perhaps a foe,
to give it sense,
and a sense of purpose,
I could rekindle.
time,
on average,
stands still.
this world,
on average,
is grey.
and,
on average,
I am not alone.
the stars of the black,
the familiar glimmers
of my family in the distance,
seem to have faded, or fallen,
and I can’t tell where I am
anymore.
if there is any
consolation
to be hoped for at times
such as this,
it’s that when at last
their time came,
they were wished away,
before they hit the ground.
I think if I could,
I would shut my eyes.
I think if I could,
I’d neglect my mind.
I wonder if that’s true.
I think that I should
gather myself.
I think that I should
replenish my strength.
I think that I will,
once this tide ebbs away.
I know that I can,
though it might not be today.
timeless and tired,
yet I know that I can.
I just really hope
there’ll be a worthy wish
to catch on my way down.
when I sit in the sun
wasting the day
all the day
everyday
like today, I am
not wasting
Today,
I am
in the sun.
&
when I feel spent and drained
wasted away
everyday
most of the day
like today, I am
not drained.
Always,
one must
begin from an end.
god guard me
I know you see
I’m wearing thin
they’re growing fat off me
god guard me
god guard me
I know you hear
I’m fast eroding
they’re washing through me
guard me
I feel unsafe
I feel betrayed
I mostly feel
that no one else
is feeling
god guard me
I know you’re there
I’ll try to find
they’re catching up
guard me
god guard me
I know you’re here
I’ve come so far
and yet they’re near
god guard me
god guard me
I hope you feel
I hope you’re real
I mostly hope
I’m not alone
in hoping
guard me
I don’t believe in
set philosophies.
I think that if you Live
realizing that you are
just a person on the surface
of this planet that is spinning
in the infinites of space,
and that by doing good
and causing happiness,
you will receive the same,
and if you don’t lose sight
or forget to enjoy
the details,
you will have a happy life.
and in the end,
that is what most of us want,
and what all of us need.
so,
I don’t believe in
set philosophies.
nothing is certain,
except a few things.
nothing is granted,
not if you take it for such.
and nothing is as beautiful
as every breath you take,
and every breath you let
go back into the world,
so that every part
of every thing,
that is a part of all the rest,
is seen as simply what it is,
a simple fragment of life.
nothing is certain,
except a few few things,
and all I know for sure is that
if I live long enough,
I will grow old.
© roie avidan
and
for those of you
who have dared
and ventured
all the way down
here,
a proof
(if i may)
that magic does exist
and rabbit holes
are everywhere
you just need to keep
your eyes
open
i now realize
why bubbles
pop.
they are perfect beings
cast into
an imperfect world,
and it's at the moment
when they realize that
on the inside
they are just like everything else,
that they give up.
