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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...

lundi 2 juillet 2007

Poetry comfort ,crappy paintings and the power of fairytales ^_^

I close my soul mirrors & tuck myself in with thoughts of you
In the Daylight I tiptoe towards your dreams
Can you sense it can you see me
My friend my sister my Twin of the Soul
Let's walk in the forest of words where our heart beat at the same rythme
Let's dance in Oceans of silky embrace & true sharing
where we don't need to speak we smile as we get in this world of us
We understand one another as we fold our wings as we shed our 'self'
We grasp the meaning of each dots & we learn the bliss of sighs
And we patiently wait for more
More waves more swirls more gems more pearls
(...)
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May I utter the words may I
because the bird in my head swirls and sings
songs for thee chirping silly melodies
you fill my heart with melted stars
like a long time lost twin you grab the pieces
Of a healing soul unison & higher understanding
All I can hear is a whispered " I don't know why I don't know why"
and the echoes flies back to me " because... because..."
what if I'm wrong what if I hurt anew
All I can say is that I'll be grateful to have met such a wonderful you



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I wanted to say I'll show you my awful paintings and a fairy collage but well some person seem to like them, anyways I dont like the two paintings though the idea was interesting it feels uncomplete and awfully awkward just like me:oP
everything is available so let me know if you are interested!

twist

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Remède pour pas grandir: Ne jamais renoncer à ses rêves/ Remedy not to grow up: never giving up your dreams