BRAVERY

To meet the bravery of the human heart must be one of the most beautiful

things. To crumble before ones pride, into the utter rawness that is given. In awe

of the childlike honesty that springs forth. Where nothing could ever hide , and

nothing could ever remain. Guidance is never needed. It comes through the

tears that need to be cried. So listen. Don´t let the words that claim to be

guides, become the only voice that´s heard. Let pain and sorrow talk as equals

to joy, undefine you too. Acceptance comes close to what you are but haven´t.

Everything is and isn´t you.

ART

A walk at dawn and late-night buses, colors on abandoned walls, and places of playful thinking and loud voices.

Laughter as dark noises.

Excrements in the streets and smells. Sounds. A cleaning lady. City escapes.

To the outskirts of cities or land and from. Opinions opposing others or an own.

Superficiality, ingenuity, consensus-seeking, or running from?

Navigating through lively entanglement, finding a niche to fit in society, or finding society fitting the niche.

Or finding society, niche, and lady as sound and smell being the same.

As labeled perhaps they reach for the stars, leaving them relentlessly, giving up.

Breaking out in other terms. Collapsing, as another word.

Or breaking into a house, one's own. Another's.

Climbing up through windows, reaching then falling. Dropping into one's own.

But failing to enter somewhere or take.

Instead, leaving another something behind in the dirt between the wooden floorboards floating.

Cannot be seen anymore, remembered though,

as something new appearing in the cracks that open, as they show.

They hold memories in their palms. Crack open. Yet, were never closed.

A heart is racing somewhere. Is held by the hands of a heart that can't be seen or heard.

Nurture nourishes, bounces of the fall. Or stands itself up on its feet again.

Opens eye and senses to worlds larger than can be imagined.

A poet in disguise beggens by-passers not to be recognized.

Beggens his muse and gods instead, to let enjoy the walls that appeared as gaps between the paper and its sheets

that spread out no words to no one anymore. Yet stayed plentiful.

While contrasts lost structure and color too, he beggens to stand a distance that he doesn't understand to full extent.

Hence distance's felt, it must be so, is said.

Belief as well once learned, he thinks.

A beggars mask, uniquely shaped, shouts out its thanks silently, yet is heard.

The wall doesn't open new doors, but is door.

Not a pathway to pass or get by.

It's muse in disguise

It's art.

STRIPPED

Hey there, raw beauty

Beautiful indeed, I'm sure

Come closer darling, will you?

Don't hide that pretty face of yours

Take a closer look, god damn it! See me! Sadness here, happy, or...

Waiting on something better coming? A little something more?

What's the matter sweet love? Thinking, you could get away?

Let's be closer this time

Closer than was dared before

There won't be any better love, changing yes of course

No better for the sad, the happy. Not the neat or the calm

Or fancy for the sake of it

Fancy not my thing, I think...

If you're having a rough day, dear, or feel like heading for the doors

Go or stay No, please stay...

Would you do so?

Just a little bit, or meet elsewhere

I've got nothing and no more to offer

Just me

And maybe you for you

There is no point, or becoming

None to fix

Not a single place to place you

Don't know if I understand you really, don't know if I should, or could

Leave it, naked for a while

Stripped

But far from that

What if I did... stripped it for you?

Body. Beast. Feel free, please Please me, please you.

New? Not new? Exiting?

Wouldn't exactly say so

But then again, perhaps

Another might do

Has been done before, as such

Plain, old, easy stuff

Really, is it?

Changing always

Every other Second

Every after and before

A bit of fear maybe

How does it feel, Love? Tell me...

For what?

Perhaps, it'll make more sense now

Wauw...!! This is rather uncomfortable!

A bit cold, don't you agree?

Why would I do that?

Why would you let me?

Why are you doing that to me?

What if I hid my face?

Or painted it.

Funky colours, bright, which ones are the happy shades?

Or what if I hid a little less or more

Of the pink inside? Or you did? Better?

Could we love us just like this?

FUCK...!!! Nope, can't do it, sorry.

Could shave an arrow though... point it down, than turn it up and out

Have my boobs dropped already?

Maybe... Likely...

If I stood a bit more like this

Or did a bit more of that

Or were a bit more different

And efficient

Just enough, not too much

Maybe make that thing stay on the hip

Or that piece on the floor reversed

And not be hysterical

And keep the shoulders back

Bring them down

Hip front

Have a tummy tuck, chest in or get a whatever-job

Squeeze the butt

Keep our money between our thighs

Work harder, longer, better

Release shoulders

Long arms

Reach out and through

Not too much

Stretch more

Rip cage in, or remove a bone

Stay flexible and unaffected

Sufficiency

Do it

Head high

Keep it simple

And keep the smile

Stronger

Long and lean, and a bit more extraordinary

Then the rest.

What?

Only cry when you're upside down

Face and hands dive under

But not drowning

Uhh, that's quite beautiful

Think of the Mexican you just met

Forget everything when you're with friends

Them too

Then go and shine with your lovely crocodile leather shoes

A balancing act is what it is

Why I am doing this?

Ask you

Wider, longer, tighter Legs

Keep it, keep it, keep it

Work it baby, work it

Tell ourselves and each other.

You can do it

Do it

Then, in an average of a hundred and twenty years

We're the best versions of ourselves Or not

Ahh no..., because we're dead

Work it, work it, work it

For this moment, moment, next, and strip

For futures never and unheard of

All inexperienced and raw

Be the children we always were

"Now do the thing you came here for I'm waiting!"

I can hear them screaming Dear,

I'm so sorry to must disappoint you

Missed the balance, missed the show

I think it's shit as brilliant shit is

Don't you despair though

We'll get there

Later

Or if not, we'll tell another

Hang in, that's what we do

What is it that you really want, Love?

What was it that you came here for?

Is there anything that I can give you

That could make you the more whole?

Come dance with me raw beauty

Be shy if that's your thing

Dance as if there's no tomorrow

With me, as me, or dance back home

Do whatever, you find, suits you

Naked, in your shoes