Category: Poetry

Death is sitting right in front of me, at the other side of the table.
He answers my gaze while taking a huge puff from his tobacco pipe.
After long moments of silence he takes a deep breath and says:

“Why is it you humans have such a fixation on me?
To be honest, it bores me, deeply.
And it saddens me.
Kindly put, I pity you.
Isn’t Life simply enough?

Death is eternal, but not eternal as you imagine it to be.
Life is at stake here, for you to seize as we speak.
Treat it respectfully.

For I await you, at the other side of this table, this plane you call Time.
Be like the crops in the field, patiently waiting to be harvested, to return as seeds. Do not fear me”.

By Kiki Toao

The Seamstress

She wipes the sweat from her forehead,
and shows me the blood on her finger.
The Seamstress speaks to me of courage,
and the necessity of taking risks:

“No beautiful gown has ever been made
without the perception of the lady wearing it,
and the secrets she holds inside.

The sacrifices are not in the suffering we are willing to endure,
but in the love we dare to share.

If we don’t walk the path we were born on, how will we be able to choose?”

By Uni Porni:
Poetry – Kiki Toao
Photo – Ivar Struijcken

Bezit de liefde
Geef haar de sleutel tot je hart
Er is geen ontkomen aan

Bezit de liefde
Laat haar je leiden, ze toont je alles
Weet dat je verloren bent

Bezit de liefde
Wees haar tot dienst
Laat haar zich prijsgeven

Bezit de liefde
Maak haar tot je bondgenoot
En niets zal bij hetzelfde blijven

Bezit de liefde
Toon haar je ware gezicht
Maak geen plaats voor schone schijn

Bezit de liefde
Schenk haar je trouw,
eer haar schoonheid
En je zult nooit verliezen

Bezit de liefde
Maak haar geen slaaf van willekeur
Of je zult haar nooit leren kennen

Bezit de liefde
Maak haar je eigen
Laat haar je meesteres zijn

Bezit de liefde
Bedrijf haar lustvol en zonder limiet
Grenzeloosheid is een macht

Bezit die liefde!
Doe geen concessies
Of je zult nooit bezeten worden

Wie de liefde vindt,
bezit haar tot in den dood

– by Kiki Toao –

We are building
our own little place of wisdom
and let ourselves be guided
by the Old Ones along the way

Who are the Old Ones, you might ask
We just know 
that they are here
And no one has 
the right to say
they’re not

Maybe
we ourselves will be, some day,
the Wise Ones
we already carry the wisdom
we need along the way

It is our task to provide the path
for the Old Ones to walk among us
It may be slow but it will see
the light of day

of our right to say

That all this time,
we ourselves were the path
alongside which
The Old Ones found their way

– by Kiki Toao –

AMBROSIA

See, they are the touchables
and we are the dust
Like pollen blazing through deserts
and blending with rocks

Ambrosia is dripping
From head down to floor
I’ve got my beak in your belly
I’m yearning for more

I’ve got this twisted sense of humor
And appetite for love that makes me
Flood nature’s dungeons
To heavens above

I’m your puppet yeah
I won’t let you down
I’m your puppet yeah
Come let it all out