Geino Äotsch

Memories

Memories of fulfilling
The need to have
What we want to be
Records messages
Out loud in a way
That each beginning
Echos creating
An end
That we can hear
Much more succinctly
When stings the latter

Everything that you have
Desired you already
Asked for you and it is only
Waiting to be recognized

Paint the stars
Even when
The potential seems like ice
Picture it warm
Mellow melting
Into what you
Wish it would become

Quietly sneaking up into
Your excitement
Applying color
To the thought
Dress it up
Take it out dancing
Even in fields of
Unrequited joy

It will be there

They say money
Makes the world go round
It feels strange
That it should create
A happy feeling in me
To know I have some
Still on the way
To pay for a roof
Over my head
Just enough
I ask myself why
I wonder inside
What is so wonderful
About this stuff
It offers relief
Security not to think
About the required
Life expectancy
Where to find shelter
It’s like we’re all living
In a perpetual state
Of anxiety
For something
That cannot love us
For something
That carries disease
For something that
Only brings us
Temporary release
Except for the few
The fortunate ones
Born into it
Winning it
In the lottery
If we don’t learn how
To handle it
To make it grow
We’re moving slowly
Through our feelings
Through sweat and tears
To get ahead
Quietly drowning
In our fears
Of never enough
Always recalling
That there is more
To life than this
Finding something else
To get excited about
In life like love
Someone to do it with
Something other
Than drinking
Something other
Than drugs
Something better
Than this
We don’t need much
To have it all
The less we need
The more we have
Sometimes hard
To ask for
Hold on to it
Don’t let it burn
We cannot predict
Its confirmed return
Money is
Something
That we need but
Just a hut
With some water
A blanket perhaps
Good weather
Is priceless to me
A simple life
Affordably
I often ask myself
Where on Earth
Could this be

What Is Good

To you
How many times
How many different ways
What does it mean
If it’s gonna be good
To you

Little things matter
How big does it have to be
To be good
What does it mean
If it’s gonna be good

What’s the signal
When do we know
Is it natural
Does it flow
Will it become
Better than it is
Or is this it

Is this as good
As it gets
Or is there
A bigger picture
How do we find
Our happiest

What it means
To be subjective
Do we see our name
In lights
Or at the edge of
Temple flights
Stairs that bear
Our needs

To breathe the
Simple things
What do we truly need
For what is good

Oh How

Oh how you have struggled
Like a wing with a broken bird
Oh how your spoiled prayers
Have found regret
When they’ve been heard

Your pirouette on this earth
Is a delicate stance
That monitors the breathing patterns
Of the dragons dance

When to leap?
First your left foot
Then my right foot
No guarantee to reach the middle
When the distance behaves like this
Oh how it comforts
The break in each finger
To replace the absence
With your melody

Fine tuned thread
That wakes the dead
You rest your head
On green blades
To find comfort
Where we hesitate
This is the miracle
I will unearth it
With your spade

Blue stains on bricks
Roots give
Pulled through fragile openings
Memories that want to live
They devour your reflection

Stroll the trees
Past the night
We walk inside the kite
That flies about our sky

What We Do

What we do matters
To us
The little things
Not how many followers
Not the millions of likes
But learning to ride
A bike

Dismantling the
Training wheels
One moment like this
Means more than all
The billions of people
That you’ve never met
Liking your post

I have a small following
One that I can genuinely
Call friends
When I think about
The millions that could
Love what I do
I think about how
I could lose you

In the midst of all this
There is a treasure
What we do
Together is ours
No chasing stars
Just comfortably
Rising to heights
In us with us

You are my biggest fan
And it doesn’t matter
If you’re the only one
How many do we
Really need?

Your love surpasses
The love of a trillion hearts
I can stand still in this
And feel the bliss
All around me
Unconditional
On the other end of the line
You are there
Every time

What we do
Is all I need
You’re in every tear
Every drop of blood
I bleed

What we do
Is all in one
And when we share
Our love we send it
Out like a beam
On a boat down a stream
We love the entire world
Together
When we do
What we do

Feel

Do you feel the distance
Of keeping up but still
It’s so far away
Do you want to
Get closer
Keep reaching out
Asking the me
That you know
To be able to
Achieve the things
That feel the distance
Of letting it all go
Letting it become
What it wants to be
As we strive to have
Our voices heard
So many of us
Have things to say
But do not feel like
We are heard
How do we ask
For the world
To listen…

Do you feel done in this town
Is there a question
Going round about you
Or is it all in your head
Only we know our value
Watch it take off
When the truth of
“Who I am”
Rises to the occasion
There is only one answer
Be yourself

Grab a quill
Grab a pen
Whatever it takes
Make no mistake-

You never know
Maybe the one
You always hoped
To hear what you have to say
Will be or is already watching

You Are More

You are more than
An empty building
A table with no one
To sit at
You are the dream date
I would wait to sit
Next to
Across from
The roller coaster ride
Inside my heart
I want to relate to

I watch the wind
Blow in the trees
Through my hair
Through the leaves
You are still
More than all of these things
I can feel you in
The frequencies
Around the vibrations
That beat in the
Water walls that flow
Down the Kahiwa falls
You do it all

Every shooting star
Every subtle test
A breath in every nest
The pulse inside my chest
Rivets for you
Rivers rush towards you
You call the wild
And conjure my smile

When we dance again
I will hold you to no end
From the beginning
Of our drum
To the pounding
Of our love

You are more
Than I have words for

I Long

I long for a place
Where the unholy
Feels sanctified

The spread of something
Worth giving
Is exchanged privately
And especially
That place could be

Anywhere
But it feels as though
It must be somewhere
In particular

Can You

Can you feel
Time grasping
At you
Slipping away into
I don’t know where
Is there enough
Do you ask yourself
Where it’s all going
Sometimes

Sometimes I do
I think about you
The things I really want to do
Maybe tomorrow
I say before
It all fades away

Am I coming or going
Loving life without knowing
If the moment is now
Waiting too long
Could mean it’s
Slipping somehow
Yet out of the blue
The blurry images
Looking through
My tears
Fighting through
The years
I see you

Sometimes I do
I think about you
The things I really want to do
Maybe tomorrow
I say before
It all fades away

Do you see me
Looking back at you
In just enough time
Before I ask
What time cannot
Tell us
We tell ourselves
Dusting off
All the shelves
Knowing now time is you
Knowing now time is me
The only time
That we have
Is the time that we’ll be
Together
Do I live in your heart
Like you’re living in mine
I don’t want to confuse
Or waste
Any more time

Can you feel
Time grasping
At you
Slipping away into
Us
What could be us
If we just make a move

Sometimes I do
I think about you
The things I really want to do
Maybe tomorrow
I say before
It all fades away

Familiar Strangers

In these dark times
We need some smiles
Happiness defiles
The bitter heart
Always the slingshot
Along the creaks
And cracks
To the doorway
Of a pulse
That is stepping
Over the chords
Like a melody of grass
Rustling on our cheeks
Rolling down the
Hills of our childhood
Building a birdhouse
Out of alder wood
And dreams
Each therein branch
Broken off gifted
When we ask
The forest to
Let go of this
Mysterious
Bastard chain
Of bleak events
Wherein sunrise
Opens up like
Dawn regards the
Clouds without
Superstition
They are affixed
As hope wears
Tassels on our garments
Symbolizing each
Their separation
From the nations
Built around them
As a holy people
Would be if sacredly
Where with heartfelt
Communion upon when
We kissed the hands
Of one another
Familiar strangers
Eloquently