Why me?
Who may be with him now?
Why me?
What if…?
Of course not!
I don´t know where I am at now
Again?
What if not…?
Angst
Jealousy
Pain
Anxiety
Rejection
Losing the way
Sadness
Because it is my turn
Somehow, it is always me
Because I am lucky
What if not?
Of course!
I am on my way
Anything important is changing
What if?
Desire
Pleasure
Goals that are shared
A path in company
always in the know
where I am coming from
and where I
Northmann being all nice? I'd find that creepy as hell too! Nice chapter, I'm going to use one of my favorite expressions when dealing with your writing: "a bit too short for my liking!". Thanks @Carlos Hazday
Loneliness
without being alone
Pain
without a body
Fear
without phobia
Karma
without hope
Light
with shadows
Matte
darkness
Solid
air
Dry
Water
Unstoppable
strength
Unavoidable
destiny
Inevitable
fate
Unspeakable
drive
Elusive
understanding
Turmoil
Interesting, I fled to the South trying to avoid Fallas as best I could... and came into the desert: my family tells me it's been raining sand for three days... Her in Southern Spain the sun is trying to get through the clouds, so was the new CJ-fix a very welcome change of lazy routine.
Thanks, @Carlos Hazday!
It’s not easy to be in a situation like this, at least that’s my experience. This feeling, the world is crumbling around and no matter how hard I want to help I cannot and don’t have another one ready to move into…
Thanks for letting us read your thoughts, @Lux Apollo
Reading your dances has indeed been a treat in itself. Thanks for writing, for crafting these beautiful verses and sharing them with us. I’ve enjoyed them all, don’t keep us waiting for too long to post more of your poetry!
Tomorrow, today… any time is a good time to enjoy happiness and beauty. Again, a nice dance with the most beautiful reflection of intimacy possible.
Way to show how to share, how to connect bodies and minds.
Thanks for sharing your art, Parker.
After the struggle is finally over,
all I see right before my eyes
is scorched land.
Looking forward, though,
I am most definitely certain,
this barren landscape around
is but life just waiting
to happen.
After love is gone, all that remains
is memories and heartache,
a barren heart which I know well,
a barren heart which is not dead,
but recovering, resting, healing.
When the heartache finally subsides,
I am most definitely certain,
this once barren heart
As usual, a treat on its own. I’m love how the story is developing. Our CJ always surprises me with his maturity and his insights. Interesting to see how Yevgeni accepts his defeat, really noble of him.
I have identified with a sentence by our CJ: “home was just another word for Owen and Liebe, not for Everhope.” It doesn’t get better than this: such a warm feeling…
thanks for the treat, @Carlos Hazday, love your writing (quite hopelessly, by the way)
I’ve had this poem in my backlog for a couple of days, now that I’ve read it, I simply regret not having done it before.
Parker, you have written a dance, I find though you have painted with words: the way you describe the movements, the positions of the lovers is just beautiful. Thanks!
Here and now, carpe diem,
focused on what really is,
not on remote pipe-dreams.
An unstoppable smile
whenever Here and Now
bring peace, love, harmony:
How easy is it to accept
what the heart yearns for.
An ineffaceable grimace
whenever Here and Now
bring chaos, pain, sadness:
How hard is it to accept
what cruelly scorches the soul.
Equilibrium.
To not lose yourself
in peace, love, harmony:
to keep your hand steady on the helm.
To not flounder in s
Not exactly a cliffhanger, but what happened to those extra 5000 words you mentioned in some parallel universe?
Really good chapter, it's always a joy to see Northman sweat...
Thank you, Carlos!
Call me whichever names you want, but please, Carlos, can I be a fly in one of the walls of Chipper’s, Ajax’s and Tank’s room next time? Ceiling is ok too…. 🤣🤪
How I wish I were…
unchangeable, immutable,
immense, stable.
Solid in my solitude,
impassible, endless.
How I wish I could live like a rock
in the vast ocean of time,
an anchor to every move,
a motor to every stillness.
Although, who knows,
maybe everything that moves a rock
might perhaps stir
the apparent lithic immutability
with a vertiginous slowness
able to alter a universe
without changing a single thing.
How I wish I were a stoic rock
to patiently
Carlos, at the risk of repeating myself, kudos for Harley. You’ve crafted such a beautiful soul here… I just miss him.
On another note, way to weave yourself again i you story!!!
Rereading CJ-verse for the ——time, just plain in awe of the universe (CJ-verse) you’ve created. Waiting for a trip to my now-hometown of CJ and crew, I’d so love to show you all around…