Aiming at Peace

Aiming at Peace

First he got tired
of talking to people, becoming dumb.

Then, devoured by voices his brain
gave up listening.

People around him
kept trying communication, touching, gesturing
sending emotional vibes.

Uselessly; he was no more than a dead stone,
the man that aimed at peace.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho

At Sea

At sea

the rock veils

the green white rock

The slowest

and steady motion

in shape, in soul-statements.

At shore

the rock,

the salt stone crystal-

-lizards the wave-capitulation

Crumbles

while delivering the fury,

the foamed rage

of forgotten ubiquitous-gods.

The only difference between rock and sea:

the force that binds them.

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.