Time & Space Optimization

Time & Space Optimization

Everything he did, thought or planned

was minutely written down

converted into knowledge

of how he spent

his time

and space

gathered in maps

designed to find anything

with ease, tolerating content

shifting, aiming at optimization

of both.

Daily life & death

coming closer to drink

the reflex that may unify them

found him in his armchair

a blanched emptied

soul

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho

Amsterdam’s Time

Amsterdam’s Time

The tulips…
back there were trains
metro stations counting the turn of
pages, pages of nonsense in
plain American pyjamas
walking their stereotype little
music
as universal data boot poles
the size of peanuts;
blond fringes tossing away a
northern sputum accent in three
chapters of a squared
red light compartment
elaborated in mixed scents
cut by sexual entrepreneurship
under translation
and Chinese addiction
and gulasch unix fantasies
rendered upon a notion that

tulips
         are beautiful
and life
               is beautiful
and the queen
                      was beautiful
and we’re all like adorable butterflies
            kissing 
flowers for chicks’ smiles

so I say – orange:
a fake notion consumed
behind windows embracing
the freedom burning
or in parks dressed in green
while dogs eat children and children
run bicycles and bicycles 
under constant re-ownership
communicate their freedom to
people
leaving, walking, drinking, thinking
a way of listening into the process
of creation – fixing art’s desideratum
and its ways, the way she crossed her legs 
while explaining the figures – they should be raised
in conformity with markets – meaning 
report my beautiful décolletté, baby
so we’re all blowing and blowing until
no more air is left inside
for burning 
        -   Please get me out of this room,
        I need a salty ocean right now!
      Pizza  Beer Time out?

There was a street where benches awaited
my solitude drenched in
silence.
There were trees tossing their void
shadow of memories
onto the benches

under a low grey sky, rain bashed softly
against sixty illusions ahead of Lisbon time;

still have a huge hour for replaying
tulips.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho

The Time Conviction

It's very easy

we come up with

                     concepts

of things we

observe

or that we conclude from

observation

of things

that have a pleasant or

unpleasant

effect on our

daily life

and

                    definitions

that is to say

                    our evolution -

yes we do, like

my grandma, she did

not think of life behind

a screen, social-friendship-community

all in one concepts-as-tools that

we start playing with

for free

but molding brains

ours as the habit

dresses you

as hammers and cement

and guns and bread

they all enkindle physical mental pictures

ours just out of

consequence

stagnation

repetition

                     - our mind's evolution is

taking place

in time

now

as I write this here

expected somewhere else

disrobing my daily figurine

in pristine manner

realizing that somehow along

that line of

evolution

we must have induced

                     the time conviction

as a ubiquitous tool

for mankind and allkind

for past and future

all

I ask my self

was there any time before we

will there still be any

when diluted in time

our existence perishes

in eternity

© 2014, JC

I say stone!

I say stone and

you laugh

vibrating crystalline cords,

amused.

I say feelings and

you stare delightful

at me.

I say memory and

you melt

chocolate hearts on my

hands.

I say time

has many flavored flows

and you vanish provocatively

into a tear drop,

resting on my

tongue.

I say stones

live!

to carry us through

our journey.

They observe us,

indulgently,

because they know nothing

can change

the course of

history.

Bitter question

If every start has an ending 
and big BANG was real,
so will be big GNAB.

Hence, my mind keeps asking,
was there anything out...where? 
beafter?

While yes denies universe's infinite nature,
no stands for time's fraud,
and most of all
I can't conceive it!