dimanche 22 juillet 2007

Pouring liquid love on the crying flowers...

what do you see behind those clouds?
what do you see behind the rivers of your eyes?
Lights shedding their nectars you only see the debris in a shroud
Who am I? nothing...maybe sugarcoat on the wounds
You dig deeper the darkest earth cover up your gaze with dust
but I'm blaming the heart that is blind & deaf
When mine is freely singing like the bird you can't see
you can not even pick the stars upon the tree
Indulge in your sweet lethargic contemplating the missing
You can not even celebrate what is rare & giving
Is this all for nothing am I filling an empty well
Making wishes for you & still being but a ghost maybe
Should I be the ear when I'm the heart and you are the hurt
I've found out your thorns and your reefs but I'm still swimming
Can you see, do you care or is this all going to nowhere...


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just some denied tought love bitter pill

Oh it's raining! beautiful!
How much I love the rain in summer ^_^

K list

1)kismet, love this word:)
2)kiss, love them but not by anyone...I never enjoy kissing cheeks to say hello to complete strangers or people I dont really care that much...

3)Kandinsky, a painter I love
4) Klimt, ditto
5)kharma, beautiful word, I believe in it to some extent, I try to have a good karma to do to others what I want them to do for me, to be like the one I'd love to love, to give what I'd like to receive as much as I can...

6)Keepsake, love them very much,but I'm a sentimental:)
7)ketchup, I think I eat too much of it, I eat it with french fries, fish,mashed potatoes, pasta, even with omelettes when I ever eat omelettes which is rare( once get to hospital due to eating raw egg in a mayonnaise and I really thought I would die! it was my worste hospital time...I was so thin,awful!!)

8)keyhole and vintage keys I collect the latter ones, love the mysteries of keys, of what they open , the metaphore of them too, the poetry of them...it s an important symbol to me.

9)Kindness for free, being human not just bored ...I have seen some people wanting to be kind to others to feel interesting, to feel important, to have the right words, it was not real sincere kindness, it was not really fake either, they share kind words, and can lift up a soul, but it often makes me feel they are more interested in how their speech will be perceived by the person and others rather than really having an impact and seeing another one feeling better, finding her way,it should be more detached like this...does that make any sense?

10)kindred, beautiful word, meaning...

11)kitten, too cute
12) kitty ,hello kitty, something I love ^_^ but my fav must be my melody or charmmy kitty :o)( helenina,mental age: 7 years old)

13)knowneldge: vital...I need to learn and grow this, I need to understand, to comprehend this world and humanity and myself more, and accept more...

I am a Witch

title: I am a witch

23x31cm on watercolor paper

she has less strength than I wanted
I like her face ,not much her outfit, I wanted this to be stronger and thought provoking about the witch hunt that still exist, about the fact they need to fear and hate, and reject what is not LIke them, what does not follow their rules or way of life.
I wanted it to be feminist art in the sense most religions are male leading and women oppressing( in the caricaturized way maybe BUt still)
when witchcraft , green witch, witch of knowledge are free, independent women who chose their own God/Goddess, their own spiritual path not needing approvals.
They know what they are doing and following their heart.
They may pick things here and there to each religions to stand up for their own religion that might be called Faith, beliefs rather than a religion that will impose limits and rules which is not sane and healthy for the Spirit that needs to breathe, expand, evolve, fly...

4 commentaires:

She Who Flies a dit…

Sad sad beautiful poem....

I love your Ks and I too cherish Kismet, Klimt, Kiss, Kindness, Kindred (Spirits), Knowledge, Kittens (and Kats ;-) also... Kundalini, Kate (Bush), Koala bears, Kitsch, Kieslowski, Kabbalah, Keen, Keening, Kestrel, Kingfisher, Knight, Kyoto, Kyphi (ancient Egyptian incense)...

Jen a dit…

contrast can be stark...

the contrast of what one sees in one place from one person...but not over here from another...it is so different...

love is not taken for granted...it's beauty is seen...
appreciated...
the tears are not in spite of love that is given freely...
why connect the two, I wonder

sometimes even when there is liquid love poured from someone...it is not the thing that makes "it" better...yet the love if given freely is giving strength..which must be trusted
or what of the conclusions

Jen a dit…

when one is freely singing
is hard to understand..why won't the other join...
it is not impossible to join but sometimes we feel sad and in that moment it is intense and that is the feeling then....the singing can come...but not just because another is singing...

also sometimes singing another song....seeing the love around is still possible, it is even that it is done...but it does not mean both songs cannot be within.

Jen a dit…

my ramblings above inspired by your poem...which I find beautifully written but particularly sad..sadder than I know