Poetry of a Kind

Talankolto•  2020. november 7. 23:50

More or Less

More or Less

Sometimes less is more, you know.

Is it there a way to know,

what is the best way to go?

Or is it more or less the same?

It it just another way ...

… another way to say you no ...

Talankolto•  2020. január 9. 00:47

Unnatural

Unnatural

Grass looks greener on the land

There’s no spider on the web

All things flow right into hand

Mice can never get tired

Moving with your hand ahead

No Sun shines here just a LED

You don’t need to leave the bed

That’s not magic, it’s the net

Go to sleep and don’t be bad

Talankolto•  2019. július 14. 00:46

All is Yours

All is Yours

do not ask for life nor death

live and learn to be yourself

teach others to help the rest

how to help and pass the test

do not long for others’ gains

those may only serve their ways

act and don’t ask for return

fortune pays when the dice turns

do not wait for any deed

earn just what you really need

what was once yours think again

if your fate was to regain

when the time comes just release

it simply might not meant to be yours …

ever once again

Talankolto•  2019. július 6. 21:11

Mirror to the Soul

Mirror to the Soul

poles of the same polarity

are misled by the gravity

waiting for an eternity

- one another’s reality

Talankolto•  2019. május 16. 10:59

Nursing the curse of the sea


Nursing the curse of the sea



an angry soul flew in the arms

of the wind of every lie

she was too dark for the Sun

to cast a bright spell on her eyes 


her anger swallowed all the light

spitting curses to the night

trembling each blade of the grass

to try to steal blaze they drop out


she kicked the water in the sea

shaking deep roots of the trees

the ocean wanted more to sleep

pushed her on the shores to leave


mud grabbed her leg protecting

all the ones she planned to beat

no one even cared to see

maybe one rock heard the weeps


he saw the sad soul in the mid

but he stood still in the wind

no emotions could he live

nor a helping hand to give


next to her a fallen tree

caught sight of some good buried

a branch stretched slowly like a snail

his own last life force he passed...


... to let her live and pass

... away