Internally Galactic ~ The one freeborn collaboration

Today I’m happy to show you my new collaboration with my enigmatic and transcendental friend, the wizard of unseen and inscrutable things, Spahr Plops.

This collaboration was conceived by Michael and I many months ago. 
It could have been published and forgotten about by now…

But it had its own character and authentic view regarding when it should be born. It was evolving according to its own plan… and it left the poetical womb at the proper time.

Michael, thank you!
Thank you for this space journey!
I’m ready for new adventures with you, because I know that the Guide to the Galaxy is always in your pocket.

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I hear how fishes sing
I know how stones sting
I see blossoming of bones
and unlimited zones

Like a chakra
crawling up ya
I hear skin scratch
lightly dusted weeps
heavy with energy
a thousand times
I do feel funny
wrestling wind

I spin like a whirligig
in my static poise
I take a huge swig
of liquid turquoise

My umbilical cord
is a root of the chord
which vibrates inside
my resonant mind

Tells tales of mountainside
madness, alerted when too much
learned how to ride bikes there
letting naturalness sway my course
can’t always recall where
I need to cite the source

Convulsions torture my cramped calves
I don’t have time to be by halves!
…my zero hour to reassume
a risk of falling from the womb

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & SPAHR PLOPS
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // BRAIN AT WAR! by PROSPERMIND

There is a war going on,
Two foes battling each other,
Trying to bring the other down,
Playing unfair games without restraint,
And it all takes place,
In my brain.

My brain is at war,
Competing with itself,
Left versus right,
Without result,
Always coming down to a draw,
Nothing but an endless.

There is a war going on,
Two bitter enemies battling each other,
Trying to put the other in the ground,
Firing away without restraint,
And it all takes place,
In my brain.

My brain is at war,
Forcing itself,
To finally unite my splitted mind,
But no result,
Always comes down to a draw,
It’s nothing but an endless war.

 

by PROSPERMIND
© All rights reserved 2014

a Cage

Are you sure that your body is caught in the cage?
Grates are made from a distance, the language, the age…
Fuck them all! Our minds make all cages and walls!
You can break them… turn them into trivial spalls…

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014