Separate

There was a time 

I was able to separate

Had the skill in every state
In which

I could kiss and tell

Whether it was heartfelt.

There was a time 

I could differentiate

Some were for fun
And others fate

Detached from emotion

Not all meant deep affection.

Then you came along
Neither for the thrill
Nor for the long haul
And it had been a while
Since I had that much
Fun and Confusion.

Doubted my head
Once I realized

That our kisses
Were heating up
With the unsaid

Was it fun or fate.

No longer could I separate
My heart had to migrate
Impossible to tell apart
Our kisses had to have a heart

And I was certain again

What a stellar feeling
To feel again, like a human being.

Turtle

Small changes are always big steps:

It does not mean that things move slowly

That they will not have better and long-lasting impact.

Maybe we have to argue

Maybe we have to argue

Let our ugly side ensue

To test whether or not

We are really that glued.

Maybe it is necessary

To check the natural nasty

If we are when petty things occur

A presage for stormier weather.

Maybe it is for our sake

Raise our voice in conflict

See if we are strong enough

When life is more than tough.

Because when times are good
Our friendship is much valued

We are as lovely
As we will ever be
An unbreakable link
And no ship to sink.

But it is when times are rough
That persuades if love is enough

We are divine
When times are fine
But our ability to sort things out
Will see if we will ever fall out.

Hold my hand

Hold my hand

Show me the way

Through the crowd

And right to your cloud

A labyrinth of people

A throng of obstacles

I cannot advance

Unless I follow your glance

Do not let me go

Nor break the flow

My heart is on my sleeve

That your fingertips perceive

One thing leads to another

And we will not tumble over

As long as I will hang on to

The paradise that binds us two.

BERLIN

Berlin
Lets me be

Have it all
And agrees

Granting

All my quirks

All bits of me;

Berlin
Trains me

Inspirits my soul

To be loyal
Become faithful

To my
Nature.

The pace
Sets the tone
The hours
Are long

I am one
At extremes
And I am
Prime
in Berlin.

Every street
Has a story
Each corner
Its deep music

I leave my own trace
This unrivaled city
I embrace
Here, I belong, Berlin
 Morning till dawn.

Anticipate

Sometimes it is what we anticipate

The memories we already create

It is so brilliant before it happens

Certain of a tragedy in the end.

Sometimes it is emotions that saunter

The imaginative mind that wanders

Nurturing different expectations

Feeding the soul with specific visions.

Maybe it is the moments that precede

The dreams and the hopes that are still unclear

That will determine the growth of the seed

Maybe it is the joyous thought or pain

That will make a situation that way

Because are we ever shocked if it rains? 

This is goodbye

This is what it comes down to

Bubble-wrapped memories, 

The last couple of years

Hoarded in bags and boxes too. 

As they take away the last one

I stare at the now empty rooms,

Fragments of my life I vacuum

And the knot in my heart tightens.

Moments flash before my eyes
Day after day, home is smiles and sighs,

People and dinners I welcomed

Even bad times, and there were some.

This is it, this is goodbye
The next chapter of life to untie,

A little pinch as I am about to let go

But it is time to open other windows. 

I remove my name from the mailbox

Fully aware that it is the final task,

I close the door to the past

Getting new keys for new locks.

All-in-one

We want the gadget

That does it all

Connects us at all times

Protected from a fall.

From now on,

No one is out of reach

In our free time

It even has the ability to teach:

The quote of the day

News incoming 

Throughout the day

Pop-ups in a constant state

Do not have to check

It is the notifications alert

That we set.

Why look any further

Carry in our pockets
One or two things heavier

It also works as a camera,

A map if we get lost

A game center when we are bored.

This lovely little package

Wrapped in multifunctional;

Nothing it cannot offer

That one that gives us all --
Is it not

Precisely what we want

An ideal all-in-one? 

The gadget that does it all

That has made everything

So accessible;

We want the same in people

Someone that has it all

The ideal all-in-one

Trying to materialize

The perfect person.

Answering our needs

The looks that we fancy
Mind-boggling
But still entertaining

And put on silent 

When it is inconvenient
Then expected
To succeed
Continually.

But where is the fun
In the easier version
Who needs perfection
When there is
A specialized version?
The one
That may not have all things
But does that one thing
In excellent condition.
A camera
That takes
Professional ones
An intellect
That sprinkles
The conversation
A stereo
That plays music
In high-definition
A sensible soul
 That spreads
His recollections.
To be ideal
Is to simplify
To simplify
is not ideal --
So rather look for
Someone special
Than an all-in-one. 

Given

Life can still -- and will always surprise you.