Wednesday, 05 January 2011
Thursday, 11 November 2010
...swim in a crystal-blue ocean.
Feel the water drops gently splash against my visage;
Combing my hair;
To smile? he...
You can grin;
but no such thing as a smile!"
Ego sum umbra
Saturday, 06 November 2010
Normally when I look up into the sky at night, especially in those dark nights, with little ambient light, I do like to see stars. I find one and look at it.
I see the light of that star not always in the same way I first found it.
It kind of changes its way of shining into different colours. It doesnt always seem the same. But it only changes when you really take a good look at it for more than just a couple of seconds. You can't just glance at it, I mean, I hate seeing them as just one more star.
Each star is unique, they're not just one more in a mass, they're there not to amuse me, they're there because they are themselves and have a star life. They are as important as we all are. So I find it important to take a good look at one star to actually see it.
But I got to say that I dont enjoy hearing other people say that they like this star more than that one because either it's bigger, or its brighter, redder, closer, etc..
If I see one star brighter, it means that it's brighter TO ME, where I AM. Now that's me and I. How come our judgement is based on howand where WE live? That same star may possibily be brighter than the others in another point of the vast universe we live in, in another point of view, another perspective. Just because I see one brighter than another from where I am doesn't mean that it's better, or more important. Who regulates our importance? Need, maybe, but not image!
After I've analysed some stars in particular, some caracteristics without any type of comparision unless comparing them to myself, I look to the junction of stars. I look at the black mass scape between/betwixt the most visible stars from where I am, and wish to see the other stars and their infinite wisdom and distance. I look at the superlative heavenly light that brightens the night. How it seems that the stars, all unique betwixt/between themselves, work together and for each other to produce that peaceful infinity, man that light does make me feel. But I realize that I am not to be seen as different as them, for I too live and work for them, in a human way of existing.
Cry tears of happiness - being able to presence and observe that magnitude of unmeasurable science, the liberty that each star gives each other of existing, the lack of competition between/betwixt each other as if a comune where they act together, beacause THEY know that their magnitude wouldn't exist if they were alone, if they competed and acted individually, if they didnt have each other's rareness to rely on and confidencially acquire.
But I also feel the desire of crying tears of hope - that one day the colony where we live in could all learn from the stars these unisversal acts against prejudice, narcissism, egosim, lust, greed and distrust. And not learn from the acts against something, but also learn their practices in favor of subsistence, being, life, and evolution. Union, union;
I feel kind of small now.
Sorry about the bad english aswell.
When are you comin back?
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Critique selfish whip;
and into an ocean of doubt:
"Am I what you are?
or is my reason just shouts?!"
it changes these roots.
The heft of one act;
an orchestra's flute.
Friendly hands - i feel them too.
And my tears breach me to mild;
'cause I saw your naive smile.
Wednesday, 04 August 2010
Saturday, 31 July 2010
Wednesday, 07 July 2010
The past, tis thy deuce.
A greatness that gyves thy wings;
thy tongue, thy speech strings.
but thy creation - unloose.
Methods, symbols, history.
A hymn that sinks into customs.
An anthem that hums;
acts without reliability.
Thy fists painted on thy flags;
a contrivance sold to brag.
Thy fists should raise thy flags with hearts held as real wealth.
Oh, Oh! where is thy despair?
thy empathy? light thy flair!
Creeks flow to fill the pond, they're not the lough itself.