call itchange-a-cationI don’t likecomatose statesdoing nothing just that empty spaceto design actionthat makes me happynot to earn a livingbutearn a life or maybe a state of hyggebeing alonein a large villaor small roomin my companyand have those conversationslong postponed getting re-acquaintedwith starting pointsjourneysdestinations-discarding toxic residueof life Is this whyit is calleda vacation? Poetics at dVerse … Continue reading Change-a-cation
awakengods in deep slumberall's not wellwith the worldcreated with interestand then abandoned Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
Every move is a work of art. What it translates into is money – for the artist, producers of TV shows, organisers and so many layers in between. No wonder administrative positions in control boards are highly sought after, for the power they wield over grants, ad revenue and collections. I see the same happening … Continue reading Sports and Art
eyes wide shutthe dark night displaystiny, brightpowerfulsunbursts across the slate skyblossom-ready thoughts burst intoideas to workWho can sleep?-a new dawnthreatens to cut across night-a new project starts Photo Challenge at MLMM
I don’t stop to seeblood spilt along the waywounds on pride and self-esteeminflicted by rejection and criticismby those who should have ceased to matterlong, long ago the only change of directionis needed in thoughtdestinations will align I don’t stop to thinkhow the past impactspresent and futureas long as I canrepaint, repair, rewriterebuild a fortune-and not … Continue reading Audaciously Authentic
i am the face of ruthless agony
i am the face of horrible memory
i am the face of deceptive blathery
i too am the face of triumphant victory.Read more …. by Michelle Ayon Navajas
Face
i am the dream i created
i am the hope i advocated
i am the wish i celebrated
i am the woman you violated.
the sorrows you’ve brought
the help you had me sought
the indifference i begot
the war i steadily fought.
i’ve won wars of thousand battlefieds
i’ve cried years of millions of regrets
i’ve hated days of unforgiving threats
i’ve achieved solitude nonetheless.
i am the face of ruthless agony
i am the face of horrible memory
i am the face of deceptive blathery
i too am the face of triumphant victory.
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moments before I take flight; I pause to assessmy rated capacity, versus the realwill expectations improve, or downgrade the flightexpectations look so small, against the blue sky Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt
“Beauty is a flavour or fragrance that keeps everyone around fresh.” “Don’t delude yourself, for Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror. What happens when the same person acts arrogant or misbehaves? Do we give them the licence to do so?” “Beauty is incomplete, if it does not transcend from the physical to spiritual, … Continue reading Beauty
A resolute expression belies the frailty of her small frame. Lines etched deep on her face hold the key to untold stories. She remains an enigma to the village, after spending more than a year here. She prefers keeping to herself. The tightly shut doors crack a little, when she attacks a hooligan to protect … Continue reading Subject of a story
The tree swayed like a dancer moving her hips to the music. Not very long ago, it was dejected on seeing monsters with machines invade the forest. They were an evolved version of woodcutters from the previous era. Then, huge crowds of environmentalists swooped down on the monsters. It was another turn of history recorded … Continue reading Trees
