It seems like yesterday since I last wrote ... and yet it's been a while. Between work, household, love, books and music there is left so little time ... Just a word of thanks to you my readers for your time and enthousiasm. And I will return, soon!
You don't see the bruises ... you can't foresee the pain. It's intense, so deep and yet so volatile, in vain.
He slapped my head once more while he uttered for the millionth time the same old words again: "You're a loser and you'll never win. I hate for you to be my shadow as you put nothing upon me but shame".
There was only one thing he forgot: life and loyalty aren't about winning, losing, shadows or shame. It's beyond all of that human stuff, details that are nothing but obstacles ... to reach a higher goal, a common ground. A lot to leave behind: I betrayed.
Let's just rest and let the wind blow through our hair, while the mountains quake and the trees shake their leaves. Towards another destiny, a new world ... where greed is only a word without significance, hunger doesn't belong in a dictionary and money is only an archeological object.
Let's just talk and let our words be woven into a veil of tears. Where our hearts can have no conquerors, where we only seek to comprehend. Let's gain understanding, move into a different habit, symbolising what could have been.
Here, upon my deadbed, I call upon thee ... you the young and the weak. The deficient and mongrols of society, resist! The burden is upon you, my abnormal friends, to revolt, against this: the one that never questioned itself, the only so freaking selfsure and the true dominance of the individual.
There is a time to lay down and tolerate, there is a time to indulge and seek compromise but now ... now there is only a time to exterminate.
Another year changed, turbulent and wild. Where the horses are born, stallions galop into the horizon to be burnt by the evening sun. A word more, a word less, does it matter when you think about the progress?
"If all else fails you can still whip the horses eye"
I'm not sure if I whipped it, but reborn I was.
Another year closer to death ;-)
For those who like my poetry, here's a work you will love :-)
The girl with the golden earring never knew her fate.
But all I can think of is a decent bed and sleep. The traveling has wearied me and instead of resting I'm running around all day, doing everything and nothing at all. The only consolation is my return, but that too ... is another trip of 1300 km.
I'm part of the working class girls again ... but I don't want to be a hero, let alone a heroïn. Those who follow me produce their image of me themselves and I'm not responsable for what they perceive me. All I needed was hope and belief and someone gave it to me, it doesn't make her a heroïn, but my gratitude will be carved in her tombstone.
I have lived a thousand lives and changed multiple times my whole way of life, the habitat, even the country, ... I don't seek it, change seeks me and stimulates me beyond what I think I'm capable of. Strength and tenacity are qualities that should be valued in red, golden and brown.
Write the five words down: hope, belief, change, strength and tenacity
Learn to live by them, but above all, learn what they mean when I add Panta Rhei.
This is written to you in Broken English, it's a message from the heart, the century and the mind ...
Live by it and you won't regret. Life of past times is but a shadow cast upon your presence, shadows follow, and should never preceed.
It haunted me - for years I must say. An academic whose sole life purpose is to prove that comets can obtain alien micro life forms. Why did it haunt me? As the main character turns his back desillusioned and decided to give up, the narrator describes beautifully how a cometh with little alien life forms falls behind his back while walking away ...
When you give something a chance and maintain your belief in it, miracles can occur ...
When you disregard the chance out of security reasons or by giving up, the cometh will fall too but it will never see the light of day in your life ...
Luckily ... I persisted :). I can sleep again now.
If you could read
in between my lines
what would they tell you?
Would you finaly grasp who I am?
Or does it still scare you
Someone who seems to be ungraspable
high above in the clouds with body, soul and mind.
For me, there is nothing not to be grasped about me
I'm not the enigma
The enigma remains why you can't grasp me ...
And above all, why that scares you.
For that rosebud that never saw the light of day For each leaf destroyed to hear that adorable crisp For each animal butchered to savour that delicious taste.
For the millions of poor who don't get a chance For the millions of nimrods who think they know the way For the millions of depressed who no longer see a future All drugged by medicines, society, religion, normalcy ...
But that's not all Let's say grace For the ones with the brains For they are the ones Who suffer ... to the bone.
So I say to you Is it enough? Is it really necessary to continue this road Carving beyond redemption ... All I can say is: I hope you enjoyed.
A road Where hope hasn't left Pandora's box Where hope is but an empty word Cried out by the eyes of the millions slain. Maybe it's just me, maybe it's just you, maybe it's just we.
There used to be a pain here painted on the moist of my heart blood slowly seeping in dripping from the walls slowly dripping till the colour soaked my mind oh so frigid, so unkind. It used to be like this, but is no more thanks to the grace and kindness of fortune and destiny combined in one.
Wisdom in madness, chaos and sometimes an oasis of peace in the eye of the hurricane, dreams, rainbows, chocolat, snow, butterflies, Hazel, those crunching leaves under your feet in autumn, the first springsun, the burning summersun, mountains, books, music, snow, rainbows, new discoveries, love, the feeling of being alive. More to come ...
I have a slightly dark chaotic mind, which will become clear in my writings. I started writing poetry in my twenties, several poems have been published in various magazines. Her first book 'Quills of Fire', written with Marilyn Campiz, appeared in November 2009. Contact the author for a copy!