Lyrics by Daria Geske

In a world that's like a game, 
Being queer can feel the same, 
Like an NPC, 
I'm in the back, 
No control, no agency, just a hack. 

I see the players all around,  
They move with ease, their feet on the ground,  
But I am stuck, I cannot move,  
I feel invisible, like I have nothing to prove. 

I long to be a player too, 
To have a say in what I do, 
To choose my path, to make my mark,  
To be seen and heard, to light up the dark. 

But sometimes I feel like I'm not real, 
That I'm just a character in someone's reel, 
A stereotype, a token, a prop, 
A mere decoration, to be used and then dropped. 

I want to break free from this game…  
To live my life without any shame, 
To be accepted for who I am,  
To be seen as a person, not just a program. 

So let's rewrite the rules of this game, 
Let's challenge the norm, let's break the chain,  
Let's embrace the diversity of all,  
And let each individual stand tall.  

For being queer is not a flaw,
It's a unique trait, a special draw, 
And though it may feel like being an NPC, 
Together, we can create a world where all are free. 

I shed the skin I once wore, 
A transformation to adore, 
The person I was, now no more, 
A new life I embrace and explore. 

Living in fear, trying to please, 
Society's norms, their beliefs, 
But their attacks didn't cease, 
Till I decided to break free.  

I killed the person I used to be, 
To live my truth and finally see, 
The person I was always meant to be, 
Living my life fearlessly.  

A metamorphosis, painful but true, 
A journey of self-love, long overdue,
I stand tall and proud, as I pursue, 
The life I was always meant to do.
No longer living in fear and shame, I embrace my true self, unashamed,
A phoenix risen from the flames, 
A new life, a new name. 

I killed a part of me to live, 
A death that brought forth life anew,
A fear that once consumed my heart,  
No longer holds its hold so true.  

I shed the skin of who I was, 
A shell that couldn't hold my soul, 
A metamorphosis profound, 
A transformation, my life's goal.  

I couldn't bear to live in fear, 
To please those who would hate me still, 
So I cast off that mask I wore,
And let my true self have its fill.

I am reborn, a new creature now,
And though the journey's just begun,
I walk with pride and newfound grace, 
My battle hard, but it is won. 
I live with courage, not with fear,  
My heart and soul now free to soar.

And though the road may not be clear, 
My strength will guide me evermore.

Untitled Sketch 9

WHO WAS THAT

the sanctity of solitude

I am delighted to give my contribution for 'Ode to Life', a project created by talented artist and friend Wilfried Hanrath. 
(https://soundcloud.com/flyingtonefish)

'Ode to Life' is a cry to be and remain human regardless of religion, land, present and future. A collection of various artists.
https://wilfriedhanrath.bandcamp.com/album/ode-to-life

Phonocene/Fonocene is an excerpt from my latest book 'Beginning and Other Tragedies/Inizi e Altre Tragedie'.
This track is voice only, a crescendo of pathos and anticipation, which I hope does justice to the theme.

Phonocene

We’ve recognised our sound
in this Phonocene.
We’ve shared significance
and a territory, a place to be.
While feeling and hearing
birds crashing into the sky
trees imploding, people
tearing apart and decomposing
we cry out our phonos
of pure joy and echoes of grief.

We walk this Phonocene
with our eyes closed, stuck
in between bewilderment and action.
What can we do but hold on
and be memory for one another?
What can we do
but belong to life?

Fonocene

Abbiamo riconosciuto il nostro suono
in questo Fonocene.
Abbiamo condiviso il significato
e il territorio, un posto in cui essere.
Mentre percepiamo e ascoltiamo
uccelli schiantarsi contro il cielo
alberi implodere, persone
andare in pezzi e decomporsi
gridiamo il nostro phonos
di pura gioia ed echi di pena.

Camminiamo questo Fonocene
ad occhi chiusi bloccati
tra stupore e azione.
Cosa fare se non resistere
ed essere memoria l’uno per l’altra?
Che cosa possiamo fare
se non appartenere alla vita?

pic Phonocene, story of a woman/Fonocene, storia di una donna, Anello dei Colli Euganei, March 2024.

Phonocene/Fonocene

Happy Drone Day 25th May 2024! www.droneday.org

More on the 647th weekly Disquiet Junto project, Day Drone — The Assignment: Make some daylight drones for Drone Day — at https://disquiet.com/0647/

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https://naviarlab.tumblr.com/post/754995134981079040/naviarhaiku548-the-sound-of-silence
:D

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