Kat's Poetry

Reflection

Kat — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 03:35:59 +0000

Paralysis in the vacuum
of past flashes.
Motionless inability to
float,
levitate
in space,
jump across dimensions.

Invisible
reflection in the mirror
erased
by the the sands of
time,
covered with an armored
deflection.

Nothing there,
nothing visible,
nothing on the other side
but the static of
radio silence.

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Black Hole 1

Kat — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 07:28:58 +0000

Little black light of
Total Happiness
is radiating faintly from the bottom of the
ocean.
Its natural sparkle
extinguished
by the wicked witches who
forced their way into the
Timeless Haven
between the universes –
banned into the
black hole
where the darkness of
uncertainty
eats the vacuum and transforms it into the
nothingness
between the universes.
© 2011 Katrin Atienza

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Energiestoß der Erinnerung

Kat — Wed, 11 May 2011 03:36:28 +0000

Energie der Unendlichkeit
fließt unterirdisch durch die
Nacht
der Ungewissheit.

Melancholisches Zwielicht des
Lebens
rennt vorbei – bahnt sich einen
Weg
durch die Nacht auf der Suche nach der
Morgendämmerung:

Strahlen der Sonne die die Seele
wiederbeleben –
Energiestoß der Erinnerung.

Sternschnuppen

Kat — Sat, 23 Apr 2011 23:09:22 +0000

Die Sterne standen richtig für einen kurzen
Moment,
entsandten Sternschnuppen auf den Weg zur
Erde –
verloren im All,
von der Exosphäre
verschlungen,
verbrannt,
bevor sie ihre Mission erfüllen konnten:
Wünsche
unerfüllt und vergessen,
konserviert im schwarzen Bernstein am Ufer der
Ungewissheit
bis sich – irgendwann – die Umlaufbahnen
berühren.

Weisses Rauschen

Kat — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 04:39:04 +0000

Funkstille im schwarzen Raum.
Stimme taub.
Signal weg.
Rauschen – Knastern – Stille . . .
auf jedem Kanal.

Schatten der Nacht
singen
in meiner Erinnerung
auf dem Kanal der
Freiheit.

Humanoid

Kat — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 01:12:55 +0000

Activation code of program
Freedom
lost, erased by free will’s choice to be a
slave
of success, a slave to the grind.

Soul deactivated.
Automated
emotions implanted in the cerebral cortex,
system override – programmed you to be a
vapid
robot.

The firewall on high alert to
block
any attempt of program
Freedom
to download the lost activation code.
Files of a free soul
corrupted
by the System.
Not the kind of
H u m a n o i d
you wanted to be.

Too late to reprogram?

Sternschnuppe

Kat — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 04:40:45 +0000

Einsame Sternschnuppe fällt durch die
Nacht,
kracht ins Feld der
Träume –
zu schnell um Deinen Traum zu
erfüllen.
Trümmerfeld des Sternenregens im
schwarzen Eis des
Nichts
reflektiert das Schimmern
vergessener Hoffnung.

Use your Illusion

Kat — Wed, 22 Sep 2010 01:20:33 +0000

Once upon a time
you believed that
Santa Clause
had the power to make
Lego flowers blue,
and your teddy bear had a
Soul.

Invisible, imaginary things
tasted so good.
Indians and Jedi joined
forces
to fight
cowboys and the Empire.

Imagination alone
won’t guide you back on the
yellow brick road
to a world of
naive innocence.

Use your illusion to
escape
the confusion of a
disillusioned realist.

This used to be my Playground

Kat — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 04:11:30 +0000

Sandbox,
empty frame of the past,
a portal of withered wood.

Jungle gym enveloped in
vines and lianas.

Pebbles on the ground
– gone
with the sands of
time,
little yellow scraps gave way to
grass, erased old foot prints,
erased
your path back to a different
reality
of carefree child-play.
© 2010 Katrin Atienza

September Sun

Kat — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 04:21:15 +0000

Why did I wait
until
fall is almost here to
enjoy
my garden,
until
the sun will diminish its
power
and let the cold take over.

September sun, so
perfectly
warm and mellow –
carpe diem.

Laying on my swing,
swaying softly
back and forth with the
wind,
looking straight up through the
missing canopy:
leaves of
Emeralds and Jade
are dancing in an electrified blue
sky
beyond the frame of the
missing canopy.
Open, free, exposed –
unprotected from the
elements.

Imperfect garden with
weeds and grass like
Unakite
bearing dead spots of soil.
Yet, my home,
yet, a place
I could have enjoyed all
spring and summer.

September sun,
enjoying your final rays
in my imperfect sanctuary
before fall.