THE LOWS OF PROBABILITY

Theory of Probability: Acrylic on canvas 36in x 36in  

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Take me in your arms and
keep me for yourself.
I want nothing else 
to become anymore
than the mirror of your soul.
I crave for serenity.
You called me a fairytale
You called me a lie.
You were terrified,
you renounced the possibility
just when it had matured to certainty.
You crave for serenity.
Suddenly you fell in love.
How could you accept it?

MY TRUTH

              Scent of flowers by Luda Angel                   http://www.ebsqart.com/Art-Galleries/Artistic-Nudes/22/Scent-of-flowers/658467/

The truth in me were you
and how you saw me.
You were my choice;
my audacious, 
mistimed,
short-lived,
although beautiful choice.

I'll never call 
the acceptance
of the beauty and
of the sincerity
a lie.
I wanted to live with you
every second which I experienced,
for as long we both needed it.

I picked the flower 
impulsively,
I enjoyed its aroma,
its dazzling details,
just believing in 
the eternity of that moment,
in nothing else.

Who doesn't know that a bud
will flourish, will give its scent
will reveal its splendid core
and then will wither?
Who dares
to ignore the almightiness of an end?
Who ever called rememberance a fraud?

I am what I lived in and you
stood in the eye of my life's cyclone.
I love you because 
you deprived me of nothing 
which I craved for
I love you because
you let me dream
every night in your aura.
Even when you are not here.

DISINTEGRATION

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Solitary oak,
struck by lightning,
I can not stand to outface you
lifting up branches,
deepening roots in soil
and me, a filthy earth's mushroom,
to suck the rotten from the yellow leaves,
to decompose dead members
of lush memories.
I yearn to be a bird
chirping up in your branches,
enjoying your rustling  in the wind,
although  I will be it never.

Maybe  you still need me

to fertilize you and feed you.

Truffles and chanterelles around
will nourish you.

I belong to the family of Amanitas
being fully aware
of the hallucinations and damages, I can cause.

Let me be wilted, let me be self-absorbed.
Otherwise, I cannot 
uproot you from my inner self.
As long as my soul lives, you're mirroring it.

ON THE THRESHOLD

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Why are you standing on the doorway?
Why don't you talk to me?
Why don't you talk to me?
My eardrums are broken by your silence.
Neither Hello, neither Good bye.

That's enough!
I want to pass out...

Ach dear, if you only stop me
Ach dear, if you were keeping the door locked!
I've never been worthy for this...

I'm a nothing which exploded
I'm waiting stoically to become nothing again.
The Universe is still waiting though...