Monday, January 31, 2011

Love is passion - Meet Joe Black





"Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived."

                                                                                                         Meet Joe Black

Light



Tenderness by Olga Antonenko


light


in your smile raindrops dancing

happy

in your sweet embrace, my pulse

becomes a quiet whisper...

Sunday, January 30, 2011

The abc of your heart








Secrets in your silence


like the wind, I dont know where they come from


I must learn to read again


the abc of your heart...

Sleep...

Sleep,  by Robert Sandy Jr - Web Designer . Digital Artist http://goo.gl/g58Bh




First silk light of dawn

upon my lover's eyelids

stars sleep peacefully...

Fireflies...














Distant stars shining


through roses and pale jasmins


at night, fireflies...

a pensive moon

         Dandelion Wishes and Pine Trees Blue Moon Zen,

     by zenbreeze - ArtFire  http://goo.gl/3OYw9








Behind the melancholy pine


a pensive moon


leaning over


the sorrow


of this world...

madness


Celestial madness, by Jason Stephen 



Between sanity

and madness, just emptyness

filled with rays of light 

Oedipus...

The Riddle by Michael Parkes ~ 
an enigma
you think you already know
who you are
but in the end
there is always
someone else
waiting for you 
to unveil the face
in the mirror...


is it you?
is it you?


oh,the agony
and the joy
to find out - 
it was always you....

The rain so far away





i open my eyes


your hand resting on my thigh


your fingers moving


as we lay , Sunday morning


and the rain so far away...

Friday, January 28, 2011

a butterfly...


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I breath in silence
upon my skin so softly
rests a butterfly 

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Cold day


erotic dreaming Pictures, Images and Photos


cold day
moments turn to gray stones
away
but deep inside me this fire
your heartbeat one with my own...

Monday, January 24, 2011

Longing

Mark Spain - Longing for You
your fingers touching

this secret place inside me

my missing heartbeat

a leaf dancing in the wind
                                                     my endless longing, my sigh...

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Thursday, January 20, 2011

To the Poetess "Scent me!" - By Said Kan (Libya)



Scent me!
For I need some
Of the spray of jasmines.
Sprinkle the fragrance of
Daisies
Around me!
Besiege me!
Transform the poems to clouds of nectar
Around me,
And shower me..!
I heard so much poetry,
But
Not as sweet as hearing you.
You turn the letter into a perfume
When it comes out from your lips.
So pardon me!
I am the mad of poetry.
Then accept
My madness…!

Sonnet for One Night



Your eyes that cross the night like shining suns
Can take my breath away with just one look
And with your firey touch , a sigh that burns
Your eyes can read my soul, an open book.
Is it your lips that tremble as you speak
That make me not to lose a single word,
Is it your breath that makes me feel so weak,
And want to leave behind this baren world?
Is it your fingers, as they touch your chin
Ready to steal a heartbeat from my chest, 
Is it your voice, that sounds like angels sing,
And makes my tired thoughts beside you rest? 

All of it yours, my life, my day and night
You are my heart and soul's unique delight...

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The Purple Rose



the Purple Rose
at midnight
in a field of silver grass
the Moon  
with a fluorescent sigh
makes confessions of love
in silent waiting... 

Skin...

Eclipsed -  Abstract Lovers original oil by sagittariusgallery http://goo.gl/NsVut


Teeth on foamy 
flesh

hands swim in a satin sea

of skin upon skin…

A full moon

















A full moon tonight



a golden circle of love

you and me in it… 

Rejoice



 “We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice”                  
  E. M Forster-A Room with a view

Blue night ink



Words in blue night ink, 
my old fashioned inspiration 
makes white paper bleed with signs 
 
Inside me, a voice sings 
an eternal “Why?” …

Suddenly


Deep kisses and sighs
and suddenly I’m shining
like a falling star…

What use?...





What use, 
when all your past fits easely
inside a hollow moment,
when now ends and future seems so far,
like misty dream of Dawn

Mori Araj Suno, Tina Sani

Monday, January 17, 2011

A Midsummer Night's Dream: Act 5, Scene 1




          More strange than true: I never may believe 
     These antic fables, nor these fairy toys. 
     Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, 
     Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend 
     More than cool reason ever comprehends. 
     The lunatic, the lover and the poet 
     Are of imagination all compact: 
     One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, 
     That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, 
     Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: 
     The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, 
     Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; 
     And as imagination bodies forth 
     The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen 
     Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing 
     A local habitation and a name. 
     Such tricks hath strong imagination, 
     That if it would but apprehend some joy, 
     It comprehends some bringer of that joy; 
     Or in the night, imagining some fear, 
     How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Touching...

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Things that touch the heart. A rose. Snow. The moon resting upon waters, quietly. The red color of my dreams. Images that make me happy when i look at them. A flow of love. My heart. 

Saturday, January 15, 2011

The awesome art of Haruyo Morita

My spirit..


Tonight I feel a joy,
a shining power, bright
 - my spirit!
Soul, heart and mind, all one, 
in worlds so far
- my spirit!
Light in the shadows, 
in sounds light
 - your thought!
Flies without wings
straight through the heart
 - your thought!
And all becomes one pulse, one breath together
 - my spirit and your thought in one, forever.... 

You

The Sun & The Moon by Liza Paizis http://lizapaizis.com

You are standing all naked
under the stars
that blind my eyes
your hands - wings of doves
in your eyes 
the pale light of the full Moon...
On your body
tears, smiles, embraces
bursting with love, with sorrow...
In your fingers i feel 
blood rushing, singing
the song of dark desires
You smile
as you see me loving you
and suffer over your flesh
you drink my cries
one by one
as you imprison me
- me, feeling so small - 
inside 
the net
of your arms... 

This sea

The Mermaid & the Sailor” by LIza Paizis http://lizapaizis.com/
This sea, beloved, 
is not blue, nor white,
only in the end 
leaves in your mouth
a taste of happiness
that you could say
its bitter sweet... 
This sea, beloved, 
i hear its voices echoing 
reaching my soul
like the voice of the rain
that goes away
i touch your hand 
and start to drown
only to live
again... 

Friday, January 14, 2011



To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.