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Nightly clouds and wishful thinking

I am between bear and wolf to rip apart the shreads of your skin
Keeping me from seeing
My raging heart disappearing
My acing mind shrouding thoughts
Into the flux of animism
Praying and bleeding for a better cause
That leaves my mind to think, my soul to breath , my heart to love again
And in my hope lies the seed of humanity
Without bewildering my wildest parts
The future lies in human hearts
To be thinking about tomorrow in a pleasent state and to dream of places where no one hates another
Where we do not part but share and
Cover each other to not cover up pain but process and literate its urgency
Where the currency of love is named healing.
This place is called
Our Future

Johanna nion Blau, 25.-26.08.2026

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Song of Hourglasses

I lost my voice agai …

It is not in the fridge
It is not on the screen
It is hiding in my serene
future

I want to buy something
To feel real again
I want to kiss someone
To feel whole again

In my absence
MyCloud pulled the trigger
And it is raining my digital thoughts and feelings down the magistrale
Slowly like a snail moves on a tree stump
Killing me softly

In my presence
He grabbed a whole bunch of books
And put them to waste at the dump of our hopes and fears

During the Turing Test
I held your hand
We both wore glasses
To decide whether we are real enough slash
Authentic enough

And in my mind
I want to draw a map of your face
With all it’s dots and lines

Like I recorded your laughter
With my ears and eyes
Maybe you feel likewise

Hopes and fears are what
Move us to capital tears
Some say, the moon is rising

But it circles around
Moves me to sing
This song of hourglasses

Johanna nion Blau, 22th of june, 2026

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A Flawed Snowflake

A flawed Snowflake on your wrist,
Is there such a thing?
They are all beautiful
And they are unique
As long as they exist.

Like a ring so old
With its bliss
Fitting to the one wearing it
Made by inspiring wit
Until both, ring and flake melt
And become something else
Water or silver or gold.

A flawed snowflake in the blaze,
Is it possible that I mistook it for something else?
Could it be a flake of ash instead?
Tumbling up from the burning sea of health
Rising to the sky from a building on fire
Floating away from a red candle
Illuminating two faces who desire in a haze.

A flawed snowflake startled by a fan,
Could it be a flake of sorts?
Maybe a flake of dust
A flake made by the old time rulers
Who’s strong breath of rust
Made the flakes tumble into the future,
For us to understand, what doesn’t work anymore at hand.

The flawed snowflake might as well be all:
It is dust
It is fire
It is ice
It might a metaphor for our believes, for our belongings
For our glass cliffs or reefs
For your longings for sure.

Who decides, what is flawed anyway?
Who acts normal in a firestorm?
Who breaths freely when the dust is floating in the air?
Who is made perfect, when nature itself is on the shelf?
Who might still care anyway?
As long as we have to define, measure and to rhyme,
Nothing can truly be free.

Johanna nion Blau 30.01.2026

Photo by Lini Popini
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Run Girl Run

You know what I’ve been through
You’ve been through it yourself

Run Girl Run
Put your heart on a shelf
‘Till it is safe to feel again
‘Till you are seen and loved

By yourself and someone else
It is possible, it is a craft
He did never learn

So Run Girl Run
You don’t have to earn:
Love, Attention, Trust or Truth
This is a dead end
U-turn and start again

Run girl Run
Till a bright eye meets you on the way
Wishes you the best
And loves you all the same

Johanna nion Blau, 20.08.2025
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An army of suits

An army of suits
Traitors like sharks in minor facilities
Tailors honest to be seen
But they also need this money
Covering up naked lies with expensive fabrics, so clean
I serve them with my mouse clicks, they answer so mean

In my heart I want to be saved
But nobody can save me but me
The outside world is going to be craved
They have raised the fee

The hood is not serving any more
Riches over riches leave the poor
My heart beats to the beat of congregation
No power for a nation
No power for the industry
Plug them all out, set ourselves free

Stop the sellout of the planet, 
the people, the animals, the plants, 
Don’t cover lies with bullying
Tons of miles to go, but I am in
Community is what we care for, we don’t buy their rants anymore

In a world where separation is the fuel of a fossil nation, 
Don’t leave me alone, I am sure
I am sure about the power of belonging
I am sure about creating songs, so together we can sing
Against an army of suits, with their deep pockets.
With their dysfunctional rockets.
Power again to the people, let’s roar

You know what: do leave me alone
To Plan a fine revolution, 
To plot for a strong wing of love, of understanding.
We will
We will
We will eventually
We will eventually overcome

Johanna nion Blau
01.03.2025
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A new kind of kind

Stuttering through the mud of words
The shining people that listen anyway
I am about to rave through the pieces left of civic engagement
Dancing like I don’t care, but I do

About you, about everything
But how in this world of slumber
Can I not be another number
How can I set free my force

How not to make things worse
In this place, where mountains fade
There is no way to debate
This smile is an invitation 

For luck, for love, for levitation
Heaven sent or raised by hell
Here on earth is where I shall make my peace 
Here is where ends meet so well

Johanna Blau 31.12.2022
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To Witness

Clarity is scarce / For one moment at a time / The heat is rising / So am I

Dear Future Children, I am oh so sorry / I would love to say to you: Don’t Worry

But I tell you that we will have failed / As soon as you will be born / And breath this planets air

For you must now live with the big heat, the hunger, and the fires everywhere

So many righteous people try to fight this very future / And for that they are jailed.

The heat is rising now, and so are they.

But they must fight lies, bullets and poverty.

How to witness all this madness and to keep my very sanity?

The road is empty of righteous voices for now at so many foremost beautiful places

I watched people making heavy choices and how

They lost friends, lost hope, lost their lives, what now?

One dives into sadness and frustration watching all of this / Faith and action are heavy to live up to

To witness streets, empty of the people who live there / I want to become brave and stable / Not afraid anymore, but capable

I want to become a vessel of justice / A Pandoras’ Box / For them who abuse and kill and silence

I want to end their violence / Give my hope to the people like a cunning fox / To start over the good riot worldwide

A Stone is growing in my heart, I want to pull it out

But this heavy stone can’t be moved alone.

Together let’s throw it into the ocean with a victorious shout.

Let the waves do the rest.

Do not detest freedom anymore / United we will be best, as we stand up for our dignity and a freely breathing chest.

JB-07-2022

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