December 2007
gravity →
The world is round
so gravity could pull us closer
but people choose to move
towards their personal benefits
and so by these forces;
we swing
and sometimes tangle
to what used to be poetry
frankenweenie part II →
frankenweenie part I →
frankenweenie part III →
no rings →
There are no rings just passing moments, and ones that stay and mend; the memories.
There is no happiness in then when there is none in now.
moonlight →
There’s not much light left on the moon. When all the good on the earth fades and so will the dim glow of the moon at night. And when the night falls on earth - that gloomy dark day - guided stars will only remain to lead us. And so many there is, and so faint they shine, and so distant they are. What will become of us? Why do they stay - why do they not leave us also. Leave us as the moon has....
coffee no. 129 →
Today when I was buying perfume, the shop assistant asked whether she should pack it as a present. I nodded, in spite of the fact that the *present* was for nobody else but me. At home I put it on the table and slowly, with a huge smile untied the red bow… The scent was fantastic and very special. One of the small crazes that can make the day.
iluma →
Unlike TV, my no brand oatmeal soggs in the first two minutes.
I don’t live a fairytale life…but I read them and try my best to believe in them.
I’ve never been to Disneyland either, but I recognize a mouse when I see it.
There’s a thing about the city that differs,
So many people so much traffic, but sometimes that’s not all..
Sometimes in all the commotion you feel a bit of loneliness,...
immerse in me →
I. Introduction
Struggle. Like cloud formations in the sky perceptions are always shaped different, which makes immersion a totally unique experience.
She said everyone has a scary mind
no
but you don’t believe me
yet
whispers.. ask yourself again
and you said
you were waiting
too long ..screaming free
sunken
you ask now
for reason
it was shown
you question
disagree
forfeit and...
Nectar →
Blissful and whim, truths and myths
springs of blossoms, winters of icy breeze
pollen rich meadows and snow covered petals
little fairies in my arms, dancing, calling your name
you cover my dreams, a moments gaze into eternity
dreams of ambrosia, nectar, honey and amrita
a day without you, centuries lonely pass me by
waterfalls of tears but a drop of nectar in my cup
a soothing cure,...
Promissed land →
a land where no man dies..
..and no children cry
where heaven is earth..
..and earth is paradise
when we know not of borders..
..and borders never meet us
where honesty is pure..
..and pure are words are
when our doors are wide open..
..and wide are heart’s love
a land where everything is true..
..and true is the truth within us.