A mixture of art in all its forms and random grabs from life and whatever else bubbles up….

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Miercurea fara cuvinte….Eyes….

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vania
silence
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vizualw
ROXANA
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…My enemies…

Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here with Carmen

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roxana
my love
the one
yes

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Alice
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vania
lilli
ruxandra
silence
schtiel
vizualw


The Power…

Dreams,

They’re all the same.

Pleasant fantasies becoming real.

Materializing hope,

Wishes,

Lies.

The water is calm,

Blanketed by the warmth of the sun.

The Birds sing in a chorus of nature and serenity.

Everything is right.

This is false security made in the depths of Hell.

Soon the downward spiral into the inferno begins,

And brings me to the painful,

Smiting abomination that is real life.

The birds’ songs are choked by the wicked cries of torment and agony,

Lush forests are burnt to the ground,

Just like the lives beneath them.

Smoke and ash fill the fogging air

As the world becomes clarity around me.

Plentiful fields warped and distorted into waste land lay before me.

The downward spiral

Turns to a sudden stop on the ground,

As I am fully awake to the truths of the world.

We wait for the light but behold darkness.

Roxana
calin
gabryellehelen
lilli
vania
ruxandra
theodora0303
vizualw


The danger of the thin line….

Sometimes you want to go or see the other side..

Explore….

To break on through to the otherside…..

Be aware…

There can be temptation…

promises…hope….

But…many times you do not see through the virtual masks..

the danger..the destruction of feelings, emotions and relationships…

It is a thin line….

roxana
vizualw
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schtie
ruxandra
lilli
vania
gabryellehelen
calin


Memories of the waves….

Sometimes I miss the sun rising and setting over the carribean sea

Soft warm white sand between my toes

Azure blue waters , clear warm , colors vibrating ,soft ripples of waves

The warm sun , the light cool breeze over the island

the steeldrum band playing, the coconuts fresh off the tree

Sometimes I miss the full moon over the atlantic ocean

house high waves rolling and crashing on the beach and the cliffs

water spraying spraying like a fountain

huge vibrations thundering through the rock beneath

the smell so fresh and full of freedom

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calin
gabryellehelen
lilli
vania
schtiel
vizualw
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GODS……. :-)

“In ancient times cats were worshipped as Gods, they have not forgotten this.”

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theodora0303
vizualw
schtiel
silence
gabryellehelen
vania
lilli


Contemplate for action….

Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.

The two words ‘information’ and ‘communication’ are often used interchangeably, but they signify quite different things. Information is giving out; communication is getting through.

“They see in the political apathy of the proletariat only the apathy, not the protest against a system that has nothing to offer them.”
― Red Army Faction

Either you’re part of the problem or your part of the solution

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vizualw
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ruxandra
Arylechina
peter
silence
vania
lilli
gabryellehelen
cristi
calin


DECAY……

Ancient seed, of a soul colored claret, when he came to me
Alas came the day, my mortality, no longer reign free
I partake of sweet revelries, strawberry of the unknown
Tantalizing aromas, as I compliment your neck bone
Your breath pulsates heavily, as we succumb to wanton flesh
Taste of human essence, a copious harvest, savors fresh
You slide into Utopia’s Shangrila, feeding pink flesh
You spin a web of geometric pearls in and out of me
So fine the pronounced arteries of young men, not fully grown
Slumber deep my love for I’ve ingested you, at your request

SOURCE

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blogulise
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vania
lilli
peter
theodora0303
schtiel


In the darkness….

Many in the Darkness November 1941

We sat in the park, but there was a war between us,
A dead moon over us and all around us
The shy and secret whisperings as of the tiny
Woods animals which in the high forest gather
Wind-fallen goods before the frost comes.

We praised as lucky all whose sure existence
(As of the careless moon, the dutiless squirrels)
Is not responsible for human history—
Feeling how our happiness, how hope must mount
Machine guns which other men yet have the firing of,
How liberty is seen in the form of a fighter plane
Millions look up asking, Is it ours?

Our despair was temporary but not less painful.
Over us the moon was quiet about its business,
Pouring its constant light upon the naked beaches.
The squirrels built up their small defenses
Obliged to the fulfillment of a natural process.
Their leaf-lined cell, the brilliance of the moon,
The winter cannot touch and no touch tarnish.

Thomas McGrath

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My Angel….

She’s My Angel
She’s that smile that I need when I’ve had a crummy day.
She’s that rainbow of color when my world has turned gray.
She’s that shoulder I need when I’m up against the ropes.
She’s the one that I turn to when I need that ray of hope.

She’s the candle’s flicker in a room otherwise dark.
She’s lit my soul on fire for her from the very start.
She’s the one I feel at peace with when I’m laying in her arms.
She’s the one who captivates me with all her witty charm.

She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.

She’s not perfect, but to me she’s pretty close.
She’s quick to give an attitude adjustment right when I need it the most.
She’s that star in the sky that is shinning brighter than the rest.
She’s that one ounce of encouragement I need to do my very best.

She’s the one who knows me better than anyone else ever could.
She’s the one who loves me even more than she probably should.
She’s got a way of touching my heart like nobody else knows.
She’s the woman I love from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.

She’s a red sports car, in the summer, running ninety.
She’s forever the one I always want beside me.
She’s all the words I do not say because the words do not come fast enough.
She’s soft, sweet, kind, and sincere, but at times can be very tough.

She’s the most expensive, most precious, priceless work of art.
She’s the one, I swear, I’ll never let go of until death do us part.
She’s absolutely, positively, no doubt about it, my angel from above.
She’s the reason I write this poem to try and express my love.

She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.

by K Gossett

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calin
vania
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