How I Paint It

If God will appear

In front of me, He is

Faceless. Not even a

He. Much appropriate to call God

It. Not even a

She. It is God and God is

It. Everything is God.

If I would believe to see

God, It is formless. Not even

Solid. Not even liquid. Not even

Gas. Or even plasma.

God that can’t be held, can’t be

Touched. God that can — will not say “only” — be

Felt. For God is

Love. And love is

God.

© Jenn Besonia

11.29.2010

Fade away

 

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If I could just fade away,

Like a music echoing in your ears,

Then will fade away.

Like a painting covering your whole vision,

Then will fade away.

Like a memory using a large part of your brain,

Then will fade away.

Like a distorted music,

Like an ugly painting,

Like a terrifying memory,

I will fade away.

© Jenn Besonia

Dream Dare

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You told me to stop dreaming,
So I did stop believing.
“This is reality,” you would say.
Do dreams have no room in reality?

I kissed my dreams goodbye,
And said hi to the so-called real life.
It’s good, it’s fine,
Or so I thought.
It’s bitter, it’s sweet.
That’s just the way it is.

The reality doesn’t look real.
This reality, I can’t feel.
Which is true? Which is not?
The reality can’t say.

When everything seems so unreal,
And everyone seems to be a character in a plotted scene,
I can only trust my very own dreams.
It never betrays me.

My dreams is the only truth in reality,
Believe.
This reality is just part of my dream.
Dream’s the only thing I trust.
Dream’s the only thing that won’t leave me aghast.
It never betrays me.

©Jenn Besonia
10.16.2010

The Voice of the Voice

What is her voice?
Is she an alto or a soprano?
Is it beautiful?
Is it husky?
Is it soft?
Does it seem to be full and thick
and serene for the ears?
How old does she sound like?
What is her voice?

What is his voice?
Is he a tenor or a bass?
Is it beautiful?
Is it husky?
Does it seem to be from
the beautiful underground?
How old does he sound like?
What is his voice?

Little details no one pays attention to
Simply because it’s normal
What can they do?
To examine the voice,
To listen to the noise,
Little details; Pay attention now.
That will do.

Just like it!

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If you like something,
then like it.
If you want something,
then want it.

Life is an art.
In art, there are no rules.
In art, everything’s beautiful.
Be brave.
‘Coz life is an art.

Be brave.
Avoid opinions.
Like what you like.
Consider not the opinion of others.

Be not afraid if they won’t like what you like.
Be not so joyful if everyone likes what you like.
In art, it’s only your opinion that matters,
nothing more.