Let’s say what life is
let’s say life is painting
and how about … of that outline
that work of art
Your brushstrokes are not
your bliss and colors
What’s the use of that painting?
If you’re not?
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From those Eternal Landscapes
From those eternal landscapes
From those large trees
From those oceans
and infinite horizons
What I want the most
What I want most
my heart creaks
It’s you
your sight
your leaves
your horizons
your ocean
The one I love the most, is you
From those beautiful views
which I like the most
it’s you.
THE HUNT OF INSOLUBLE MONKEYS
THE HUNT OF INSOLUBLE MONKEYS
Oh! But how many monkeys prowl
How much monkey
prattles
screams bounces incessantly
hammer with their bestial looseness
Oh! in my head so much monkey
how much madness is loose.
Thoughts that look like monkeys
hammering bounces.
Does she love me?
Doesn´t she love me?
Is she alone with another?
Her where abouts
what abouts
For more I try to silence them
with sweet bananas
Red apples
or juicy melons;
These monkeys are not diluted.
They do not leave, they just do not leave
the meditation
the maturity
the red wine amber
neither diffuse them.
crazy monkeys
bouncing monkeys
I hunt you!
Dissolve!
I tried to shut them up
with dirty poems
some others even more dirty
and their silent doesn´t happen
Oh! monkeys
prisons within prisons.
They take away so many freedoms
Dear Lord! The freedom to choose my breakfast!
to choose my sleep
untidy loops of questions
unsolvable monkeys
affliction
I hunt you!
Dissolve!
AWAKE
AWAKE
Wake up with my hope.
Wake up with my yearning.
The promise of finding you,
What a rich thought that awakens
Wake up even when others are silent
when they do not know
those fools who do not know about you
fools that only fit in
wake up knowing you are you
just you
the one that fills me
and me in you
Delicious thought
to know that the whole
it’s on you
only in you
Wake up my life
that life is nothing
silent bird
you my singing
wake up! fuck
I am nothing without you
Follow your song
Everything starts with a song
The song of your heart
lyrics of your soul
The remains of your drunks
naked skin
The forbidden cigarette.
All those songs foresee, big things to come
Love
Life
Means.
Songs with the perfect rhyme
poetry that climbs
Somehow we can not stop those songs
They hammer hard,
crumble
resound
in your soul
on the take of your own
Follow your song,
be there,
sing it
Claim your song
It´s yours no one else
-Arami-
Arami Achen
HOW EASY IS TO LOVE YOU
My greatest achievment
Is your achievment
My greatest feat, your shared experience.
Sharing your life
How easy is to love you – Poem from «Seven deaths for Seven Deaths of a black cat». Illustration from Irina Klipova. So beautiful.
I wrote this poem when I understood that manipulation is there and will exist until you allow it. Using kids as a leverage tool is a very common thing when divorced. Specially used by mothers. The logic behind it is very logical. They think they fight for their children. But actually is a kind of daga most of the time impulsed from revenge.
It is critical to recognize when there is an authentic need for the children and when painful daga. It is you who can decide if the daga gets in. No need for a fight back that is useless you will hurt yourself and your kids.
Remember a fight needs at least two. If you are out of the equation. The other person will swallow its own knifes.
On the other hand if you are using your kids as a revenge instrument. Stop immediately that attitude. Recognize when there is an authentic need or necessity for your children. Act with love and love will come back. Act with rage and rage will come back, whether from the other parent or yourself. Be very careful that rage could also come from your own kids. They are very sensitive and they emulate their first example: YOU!
In my personal experience I used to fight back in a very aggressive way. It was my habit to take the children with me to fantastic places just to show them how wonderful it was to stay with me. I wasn’t really enjoying my time with them I was fighting back.
Those actions came back to me in many ways and forms. When I started to respect the new activity of their mother (another chapter will have to be added about that new activity) and accept the idea that they will always be me children and my love for them was profound and unbreakable. I stopped the counter attack. If you want respect you have to give respect.
I started to recognize when I was taking my knifes and swords and hold still my self. I wouldn’t fall in that negative spiral anymore. And instead of taking the children to expensive places I started to share experiences with them. Instead of buying pizza. Let´s do pizza!
The time with my father was short he died when I was very young but I will never forget the time when we draw together for the first time or when teached me mathematics. Those days are in me and I love them keeps my father alive. In a way I started to share my father with my kitties. When that happened all the bad words and manipulation ment nothing.
Remember no one can betray you. That person will behave as its nature demands. Your expectations about that person are the ones who will crash in your mind when not reconcile. That is reason why we get annoyed when we don’t hear a “thank you” back. We expect to hear it.
In very fluent way the results arrived.
When I stopped to saying in regards of my ex-wife: “She should appreciate this or that”. “She should see what I do”. “She must…”. What a big mistake I was doing; She should? No way. “I will” was a better starter.
Now we are parent-partners we are in the same team. A winner team! We are rasing champions.
Arami,
Following the warriror path
Arami Achen 