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Lotte Lo Poem
Somewhere under the rainbow,
somewhere deep deep down
lives a creature.
Thousands of years old,
Thousands of years under its skin,
Thousands of blind eyes blinking
in the dark.
Thousands of breaths
in and out,
thousands of beats
of a half broken heart
slowly awakening
slowly waking
the creature inside.
Cracking sounds
of the dust in its bones
it's moving forward.
Somewhere under the rainbow,
somewhere deep deep down
in the cave it feeds.
Feeds on our darkness,
the bad sides bad deeds.
It feeds.
It follows the sounds
of doubt and fear
always forward
until it is here
in our dreams.
Somewhere under the rainbow,
somewhere deep deep down,
there it sits waiting
waiting for us
to show him the sun.
Copyright © Lotte Lo | Year Posted 2016
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Lotte Lo Poem
No fears, little vulnerable heart!
Why do you hide?
Why do you hide behind the railings?
Why do you hide behind the railings of the golden cage when however the wicket is open?
When however the wicket is gone?
Shake off the shiver and open your big round eyes.
Just a second ago you jumped around, you flew!
Lightly as a butterfly.
Together with this elegant golden bird.
There! There outside over the fields of flowers.
Come! Come with me!
He is just sitting there, watching the sun.
He is strolling up and down in his mind forests.
Through the brush-wood he goes in swishing leaves collecting sunbeams.
You own them too, little heart, those mind forests with exotic blossoms and birds composing your inner melody.
Listen! See!
Do you see the tie?
The tie out of shimmering spidersilk?
It is you two, the bird and you!
Trust in the tie, it will carry you.
Open your deep saucer eyes and let them be the birds mirror.
He loves you during his walk through his own heart.
Don't be afraid of him, don't be afraid of your tears.
You will learn to trust your love, that blossoms and clears.
by Lotte
Copyright © Lotte Lo | Year Posted 2015
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Lotte Lo Poem
people run.
through their city. their village. their house.
their flat.
they run.
read advisors to get
for what they needed more
time to get it.
they do not take this time, no.
they keep on running. seeing senseless
series on TV
seeing new
scientific realizations. believing them. panicking and
keep on running.
where did we land?
our world is a tangle of roads
and we creep along narrow pathes
and crossroads and try
to find the right way.
scientificly seen life is impossible.
we
are impossible and actually
we humans
are impossible
for our planet.
who says that we have to see
everything in a scientific way?
who says that we need
advisors or TV
or
do we?
i can look
into a pond or a window or a raindrop
and see
and realize that
this is me.
i can look as well
into the water of a toilet bowl
and see
and realize that this is me.
why don’t we pause
a bit and watch
ourselves for a moment
in that bowl?
why don’t we pause
a bit
after boinking,
laying down. seeing each other. feeling.
are we uptight?
where are those fears coming from?
it doesn’t matter how
those hormones work.
the feeling is important
that is slapping me in the face
without a warning.
that changes my shape
into a complete handicap
grinning for days.
LOVE creates goosebumps
when I touch your skin.
love creates sensitivity within.
and over all love
protects us
without any science:
from the senselessness of life.
by Lotte
Copyright © Lotte Lo | Year Posted 2015
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Lotte Lo Poem
(This poem is a recipe made of a few words written on this site, combined to a tasty magical soup :) )
Two tired souls
Final farewell on a dark horizon
Proving care
Enjoyable reality check
A cherry apple cider moment
A bed called sunshine
One day
on a particular sunday
- Something in the air today-
The feeling of the first happiness
timed passageyour moving
wild and untamed
YOU ARE
symbols gone
fleeting time
just within reach
turning sand
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@ arranged by Lotte (written by many poets)
Copyright © Lotte Lo | Year Posted 2015
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Lotte Lo Poem
A Few thoughts about truth.
That's it.
What’s truth?
If I’m here in my room, inwardly in my inner room,
with an outer room out of me, around
then this is the truth for me,
in that moment, that second.
People tell stories,
that store truth over truth on individual storeys.
They are poets that verse in layers
And their truth is the truth
When they truly tell it
When they truly feel it
In their hearts and their souls.
Your truth is not always my truth
But our truthes layer on the corner
Of the paper
Sometimes
Sometimes a lot
Sometimes a less
Sometimes.
Clouds are clouds are everywhere,
although when I see them
I see them different than you see
But they are the truth
In the two truthes of us
Two.
True.
Sometimes I want to see the world
Trough your truth,
sometimes just a tiny glimpse
into the Uuniverse that sits next to mine,
next to me, inside
of you, around,
sometimes,
it glows in me.
She must be a beauty,
your truth and she truly is,
in her unique truthfull
uniqueness.
Truth is when I truly see you
When I truly take you with
Your truth when I truly
See the truth in me
Through you.
That’s true.
I want to honour your truthes
Beauty that blossoms as light
In my hands,
this singular single true story,
that sits in your soul
and in my soul, in all
lights we are all in the worlds
truth
connected in an infinite dance,
that embraces and in the center
listens the heart to the rhythm of
steps with a soft lovely smile.
Copyright © Lotte Lo | Year Posted 2015
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