Thursday, March 31, 2011
That day.
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A Bittersweet Goodbye © Grace Morai |
I still remember
that day, my eyes get misty
the pain comes alive -
the last time i have hold you
touched you and kissed you goodbye...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wondering...
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| Together in Eternity, by Elizabeth Silk. |
your eyes
are resting
i search inside your palms
for signs of fate
for lines that meet and cross
on velvet fleshy grounds
marked by what one calls
chance, destiny or God...
by my touch
one thousand questions fly
towards the unknown...
i beg for one drop of future
on my forehead
finding my way
to your lips
measuring my fears
with kisses
till the day breaks
in one thousand shiny peaces of gold...
Whispering
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| Day dream, by Pino |
whispering again, again...
your name
drips from my mouth, holy
a hymn to the splendour of love...
Your pillow cries...
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| photo by zharth, on flickr |
your pillow cries
with me tonight, sighing
missing you
no stars in my sky
shining
no moon resting on your face...
Saturday, March 26, 2011
La Vita Nuova, by Dante Alighieri
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| Portrait of a young woman, Sandro Botticelli, 1480. |
my memory...
On the first page
That is the chapter when
i first met you
Appear the words...
"Here begins a new life".
Return...
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Sunset Lovers, by Katarzyna Gasiorowska Copyright by Painting Gallery TouchofArt.eu 2004-2011 / All Rights reserved. |
this world
so heavy on my shoulders...
My only refuge
your smile,
my home
your eyes,
our hiding place this Spring,
our hiding place this Spring,
and the perfume of the lemon flowers,
as words fight their way out of my mind,
like blooming arrows,
straight to your heart.
as words fight their way out of my mind,
like blooming arrows,
straight to your heart.
It's time, now.
Up in the mountain
we walk,
hand in hand.
Our steps grow side by side on the ground,
in love, in love through the green grass.
Now i can hold you,
you can feel me,
the setting sun so warm.
In our eyes
only thruth,
only light,
our wounds are closing
day by day.
I kiss the fresh scars in your wrists
you lick my bleeding lips
how soothing your kisses are,
making my blood stop flowing,
as dandelions sway in the afternoon breeze,
under this endless sky
our souls are dancing,
soon the stars will appear, caressing our dreams
you and me,
we were here always,
before and after
and for the years to come,
it's our place
through all this madness,
we are stepping out of this world,
returning here, home at last,
returning here, home at last,
In the land of Love.
I look deep into your eyes
and see my self,
stripped from all the white garments of sorrow,
naked,
for the first time...
stripped from all the white garments of sorrow,
naked,
for the first time...
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Swans...
my eyes
resting inside your own
like swans
swimming gracefuly in peace
across love we find our way...
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Four winds.
The four winds stopped blowing
upon the face of this earth
the first time you kissed my lips...
Stars stopped their eternal orbit,
galaxies bloomed in millions
a sun was born
in the centre of my universe.
My heart stood amazed
by your softness.
Your voice caressed me
in loving tenderness -
you held me,
your eyes deep into mine
reading me,
knowing me
before the beginning of time.
I shivered, I shivered,
my light united with your own.
You melted into the mold of my soul
I became ice and fire
We became Love.
Hymn to Love.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels,but have not love,
I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
And if I have prophetic powers,
and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains,
but have not love,
I am nothing.
If I give away all I have,
and if I deliver my body to be burned,
but have not love,
I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind;
love is not jealous or boastful;
it is not arrogant or rude.
Love does not insist on its own way;
it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
Love bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things.
Love never fails...
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Howling to the moon.
Howling to the moon
wild
pale light
senses hightened
as the world dissolves
and the stars are moving
galaxy flows
echoing inside me
i long to fly
to the place where i came from
so far away
behind the eye of God...
Bitter.
Bitter taste
mixed with this yearning for you
the touch
the kiss
feel like the whole world is sleeping alone tonight
I sigh
and open my arms
offering you my breasts
ready to bleed
as you smile into me
my love
I smile too
tears stopped
a long time ago,
you said "it matters"
but i know it doesnt...
trapped between your lips
i want to stay,
no place to go now
and the lights are fading
as i wait to hear you saying
"everything will be ok..."
the touch
the kiss
feel like the whole world is sleeping alone tonight
I sigh
and open my arms
offering you my breasts
ready to bleed
as you smile into me
my love
I smile too
tears stopped
a long time ago,
you said "it matters"
but i know it doesnt...
trapped between your lips
i want to stay,
no place to go now
and the lights are fading
as i wait to hear you saying
"everything will be ok..."
"Supermoon": Biggest Full Moon in 18 Years, today, Saturday, 19 March 2011
she looks at the moon
tonight everything shines bright
this world is changing...
One...
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| Lovers Embrace II, by Heather Herzeler |
in the valley of my
thighs
you move
finding you way to my core
as we sweetly become one...
Friday, March 18, 2011
Poem from the Kokinshu - By Tsurayuki.
As the threads of
the green willow sway
with spring
blossoms bloom
in wild confusion.
Poem from the Kokinshu - Written on the theme of snow falling on trees. By Priest Sosei.
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| Bush Warbler in Winter by Koson Ohara 1877-1945 |
Because spring has come
does he think it looks like flowers?
A bush warbler sings
on a branch
where snow has fallen.
Poem from the Kokinshu. Theme unknown - Anonymous.
It makes my soul
deepen -
when there, on the bend,
where snow seems to have melted,
flowers are nealy seen.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Awakening...
Talking softly
in your dream
I make the silence bleed with every word
my hands heavy
holding your shadow
The meadow is green
i sit in the middle
my feet touch the ground
feeling the warmth of the earth
reviving my frozen heart
it's you the sun
it's you the life
my eyes are purple
in my fingers baby bees are singing
their sting so sweet
the pain divine
you drip in my heart like honey
i feel the pulse of the trees
the awakening
the song of the bluebird
i put flowers in my hair
to remember your lips
i smell the air
i lay upon the grass
my body
my body
waiting for you
to love me,
love me,
love me....
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| A woman in a white dressed sleeping among flowers. | Trigger Image |
“The View From Here To There" by John Ecko.
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| “The View From Here To There” Copyright © 2008 by John Ecko. All rights reserved. |
Oedipus
Once, i held the light of truth in my hands
I wandered to the hights, i spoke with gods
I faced life and make it my own
with one swift move....
I looked the Sphinx in the eye, one rainy afternoon...
there was fear inside her,
she knew
i was her despair and peril,
i was her end, while she
was my beginning...
I solved the horrid Riddle -
Who else could take
the burden of this curse
to his shoulders,
without wings, without a shield,
without the armor of love?
I was an orphan -
the child of Luck.
I was born cursed,
and yet
my mind has chosen right
but my prize was an empty cup.
I just wanted to learn ...
Who was I?
What was I?
Why was I?
I fell.
And yet, still
I was the one
who solved
the Riddle...
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
The End of Winter...
Winter has ended with your smile. Sunshine burst in through the windows and I became new again, because I held you in my arms. Snow melted away, I saw the first poppy stain the green field, and the almond tree showed its blossoms suddenly under the blue sky. You were in my arms. Warm, alive, pulsating, my own, my truth, my love. A purple wave of light washed away darkness as you smiled, as we smiled, enclosed in our cocoon, we emerged out gently, testing our newly opened wings. Our lips bloomed. I shivered under your touch, feeling new life into me. You gave me Spring. Slowly, taking off of me my heavy Winter. And Love starts to run through my blood once more, singing your invigorating song to my veins. I live. Inhaling the first day of Spring from your lips. I breathe Light. I exist. Again...
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| Lovers Meeting On A Spring Evening, 1767 by Suzuki Harunobu |
Sunday, March 13, 2011
By morning - Saigyo
have fallen into silence,
the wind has finally parted,
like lovers after a night,
all talked out, now broken-hearted.
Black hair - Izumi Shikibu
My black hair tangled
as my own tangled thoughts,
I lie here alone,
dreaming of one who has gone,
who stroked my hair till it shone.
Yielding - Ono no Komachi
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| Lovers-Kitagawa Utamaro |
That knows no limit,
I shall go to him by night —
For the world does not yet censure
Those who tread the paths of dreams.
(Tr. Helen Craig McCullough)
On such a night - Ono no Komachi
On such a night as this
When no moon lights your way to me,
I wake, my passion blazing,
My breast a fire raging, exploding flame
While within me my heart chars.
(Tr. Earl Miner)
A prayer...
Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.
Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.
For I know my transgressions,
and my sin is always before me.
Against you, you only, have I sinned
and done what is evil in your sight;
so you are right in your verdict
and justified when you judge.
Surely I was sinful at birth,
sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb;
you taught me wisdom in that secret place.
Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean;
wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Let me hear joy and gladness;
let the bones you have crushed rejoice.
Hide your face from my sins
and blot out all my iniquity.
Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from your presence
or take your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
Then I will teach transgressors your ways,
so that sinners will turn back to you.
Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God,
you who are God my Savior,
and my tongue will sing of your righteousness.
Open my lips, Lord,
and my mouth will declare your praise.
You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it;
you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.
My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart
you, God, will not despise.
May it please you to prosper Zion,
to build up the walls of Jerusalem.
Then you will delight in the sacrifices of the righteous,
in burnt offerings offered whole;
then bulls will be offered on your altar.
The Psalms of David, psalm 51
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