I wake up with a feeling of uneasenot sure what my dreams are telling me dreams tell, but do not explain -appearanceof shadows from the known and unknown shadows of whatever touched me, or walked pastpast - indelible, imperceptible marks wounds that don't hurt, but flare up in the darkwrite scenarios not happened, but do … Continue reading What do dreams tell you?
DEATH Image: Closed Geometry by Maria Berrio a woman lies dead hereoblivious of rocks making facesnot knowing what storieswill be inscribed about her lifeor her existence forgottenas inconsequentialtoo shameful to be acknowledgedor a gem to be concealedso that it does not overshadowachievements of thosewho see themselvesas entitled ownersor gatekeepersof greatness NEIGHBOURHOOD Art by Eugene Delacroix … Continue reading Views
holding warm sunraysby their long, slender fingerswe spend wistful dayspining for Moon together-luxury of idleness we try to catch cloudsby their speeding, woolly tailseach of us possessunique strengths; we co-existon land, water - long for sky Tanka Tuesday - Ekphrastic Quadrille at dVerse
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
“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
I wonder what is compressed, in this tiny rockholding history of time, stories of decadespacked with static energy; threatens to convertkinetic force will combat, all that obstructs it MTB: Rocking the Imayo
souls stuck on the wrong sideof the time machinestruggle and writhe in painnot knowing why they don’t belongwhy are they punishedfor just being themselves I am the conceptI am the scriptI am the beginning and endto make people understandvalue is derivedonly from context everything elseis created by godscaught in bad moods-arcs meant to fit innon-existent … Continue reading Anachronism
moving up and downI'm a restless clownI dream of riding on wavessee transformationseeks confirmationnot happy with just hands raisedwaves are recedinghollowness leavingmy conscious mind as I chasetwelve-o'clock conquestdecisions to reston a fraudulent database The chosen form is Alouette 12 lines a mention of twelve-o'clock 44 words written for Quadrille at dVerse Wishing all of you … Continue reading Mind of a fraudster
lounging around in search of wordsto house myriad thoughts scrolling down screenson discount salesto find somethingthat renovatesmy withering existence mixing colours for the perfect shadefor renewal of interiors with artwhile my pupsscramble for attention I wait for happinessto take a concrete shapeand assure melife’s worth living.. Poetics at dVerse
I walk fast on a path I don’t want to be on, but time moves slow. I know a certain distance is to be covered, till I reach somewhere … somewhere I want to be, or somewhere different from this place. I can accelerate movement with a faster vehicle, or taking a shortcut. I’ve reached … Continue reading Hostage
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