Behold!
your knights in shining armour,
behold,becoming like children,afraid of the dark,
when the first strong wave comes,washing away the castles
leaving you only with your lifelong partner,
your lifelomg toy!
as you log into her brain
and press all the right keys on the board,
you surf her days,and shape her life,
NO. no, don't leave me!
The children ran promises to love always their parents,
to keep and hold till the end.
and the end ,ends.
frezeeing and cold

as he opened his google wardrobe
to spread and organise his day
his wife behind him,wearing his lifelong failures.
the silent screaming piercing his very heart
shorting his breath
the dream like mountains before him
his blood rushing
just one momment
just a day
a longing,so mysterous so strong
a day filled with laughter
a night spend in sleep
against ourselves,our souls we will give
be it to a devil or a god
for some peace,.
I will give up

Beyond or before the physical.

I had nowhere to go  so I roamed about in the warm sun,and without noticing I had entered a cemetry.Row upon row,tomstone after tombstone. All where laid down,who knows maybe they all have passed their final test.For after a life not so good you can still go for ever in the darkness of hell! All ages. man . woman. Death have no friends. death have no preferences,
I stopped on one grave." Here lies I,who always loved you best. Please pray for me".some desperate man.
How a moment changes one.One day I too would be lying here.Maybe then some insight would be shown to me.For where the physical ends something must begin.Before the big bang,before the birth of the physical, there must have being something and probable it is still there.We can witness the moment of birth, a physical been born.so one day we must pass the threshold and venture in.but first we must shed our body.Beyond our bones,beyond our metals there must be another momemt.Trapped in this physical momemt we can only dream of another time.I feel like Mr. Sammler's brother.Some one who watches,only.Convinced of nothing. Holding nothing in my hands. Only that momemt,when I too have to cross the threshold into who knows what?

Apple tree

Our nights have lost their rest,
and the days their hope
for who are these blue skies?
for who the birds sing and the sun shines.
Round and around we go day in day out
some like nomads follow their dreams,dying with them
bored.
alone.
put back the apple tree!
let me try again.
let me start again.

Waste

Where are the dreams of 68'?
Where are the Sartre,Camus,Huxley
Where is Joyce.Eliot,Stravinsky,Pink Floyd
Nothing is still standing
Everything has fallen to bits and pieces.
Even your love is dry like your life
Your body wrinkled and tired
chronic diseases eating it up
Nothing still stands.
One day,long ago,in the light of your delight,
answers and plans,with great care were made
but now
everything has falllen
So futile,so helpless.
A true invisible.
In the vast immense as everything goes round and round
The birth of matter,The birth of a star,
The birth of a man.
Hope is born..
And as time it self holds us prisioners
 we try to fathom its meaning.
All these genuses.
All these thoughts.
Words.
Plans.
For nothing.
If I could make my way back.
If I could retrace my journey.
Keeping my memory,
Will there be a better road to take?
There are signs,it seems
But  not understood,to hard to decipher
All this waste. Six billion people
Billions upon billions since our dawn
Wasted away.
Oh creator? Why have you forsaken us!.

RELATIONSHIPS

As one invisible to another said ,"some people like me for who I am,some people hate me for who I am. But I am who I am!".Down thru the ages and hundreds of genuises after we are still slippery on relationships.We still grimace on spending time with someone we don't like.As children we try to adjust to the diverse characters.Some are friends,some are better left alone,others we can talk too and so on.It soon becomes evident that the best way is to, not take notice and lose your head while others are losing theirs.Just get along. No wonder we have not made progress. we are still the social incompatabile animal.Dialogue problems,bulliying and a host of other hitches  make our social and work life unbearable.Religion tried to help but lost itself by trying to take the diversity away.We all come from different backgrounds and we all are different products and it will take a couple of millennia more to maybe get our relationships right.

Evolution of body language

An invisible waiting impatiently shuffles his foot or drum his fingers. Pretending not interested by looking blank and stares in front. Looking distracted and somewhere else when caught in the crossfire of a personal argument. Whistling to be perceived as in a pensive mood or feeling good.These are all attitudes and lots of others that an invisible puts on to show that he is doing something else and not what you are thinking.But now a day this body signal has changed with the introduction of the small,hand held tech. Mobiles,pod's,mp3or4 etc. We all quickly grasp our mobile and pretend to do something if caught in an embarrassing moment, or use our mp3 instead to whistle to distance ourselves.In a waiting room many click on their pods or mobiles, no drumming of fingers or shoe shuffles to ease the nerves of waiting.We don't use our body anymore to display these moments. Today's tech. has taken over and came to our rescue.Someone coming down the street you don't feel like talking too,grab your mobile and indulge.Don't want to hear stupid conversation as you queue put on the earplugs and listen to your favorite music,no need to look vague. Who knows what else we will replace as more and more gadgets are introduced in our daily lives.

God and the paparazzi

A friend's friend of mine told this story when us invisibles where waiting for the football match to start. There was this young paparazzi who unfortunately was not doing so well in his career. He did not want to stay invisible instead he wanted to been seen. So after many months thinking he hit on the idea that he would take a photo that nobody had ever took.He would photograph God himself.So he set about looking for God.He asked people,scholars and clergy,but they all laughed him off and told him to forget it and find another subject to shoot.He went into churches hoping to catch a glimpse of the almighty. He travelled to the holy places around the world, finally going to the Vatican. And it was there that the trouble started.Every day he waited to ask the pope to help him photograph God, but he was never given permission to speak to the pope.One day he was arrested because of his insistence and when the police heard his story they laughed at him and threatened to put him in the mental hospital if he did not stop pestering the Vatican officials.He was escorted to the airport and sent back home.He stills carries his camera with him,but his ambition has died,he have renounced his faith and became an ex, a once catholic living poorly and staying invisible.

Peace Prize

So, Obama was given the Nobel prize for peace. well done to the young president.Now us invisible hope that there will be a way forward for peace.among countries. Our young ones will not be send to die, maybe when 2 leaders of 2 countries cannot see eye to eye instead of fighting their dogs , maybe they should resign and make way for others to continue peacefully. Maybe the big multi nationals stop waring each other and instead compete for the best product that last more years.Maybe peace will come in the many houses of Parliament around the world and their members will peacefully work together for the good of everyone., Maybe our children will go thru education peacefully for the beauty of learning,not for the cut throat world they are prepared for. Maybe this great visible that won this prize will inspire peace in many ways,in our hearts and minds and mostly in our families.
Us can only dream that this will come about, for we are invisibles and we can only watch and pray

the ex-men

ex convict,ex prostitute, ex had it all. the ex among us live side by side with the invisibles

We, the invisibles.

We are so. millions upon millions we go about our daily lives in our invisible way. artists write about us, but they become visible,politicians talk to us, work for us ,we vote for them to become visible. The invisibles have always been around.We are no heroes,no leaders. we are not popular or powerful. we are,only.