morningbutterflies swirl and lose all substanceMore Like This
we dance against the wind
while the flowers die
and we float in
19791979More Like This
We shared a flower necklace
We kissed behind the school building
We knew that we were lost forever
sense of gravityI wanna be a marshmallow on your pillow without sorrow.More Like This
I wanna let some sugar powder on your glossy lips, melting slowly like an evasive desire.
empty fields.this isn't what it used to be. we sat behind this window and we could see that tree outside.More Like This
they told me how the tree survived the war. now i don't know where you are anymore.
there are ghosts outside my room. and curtains are burned out. so i guess i told you that.
i've been talking in my sleep again. you were gone in the morning. pillowcase not dry.
i wish i could make winds. i wish there was some horses here in these empty fields.
neighbours aren't home. this is all a dream.
Nightmares in the daylight...There are timesMore Like This
when the sunset never comes
When the whimper of the fledgling
is a tear in my heart
When the call of responsibilities
is the trip
that sends me crashing
to the pavement
Is there a purpose
in its sadistic taunting of happiness?
Is there a window
where the sun really shines
the birds sing
and where there are promises
of whispered love on the wind?
Or do I have to go to Fucking Kansas
to hope for a tornado
and a land of very short little people
that croak like frogs
to frolicking music?
swallowing butterflies to dream...it must have been in my dreamsMore Like This
that place in between heaven and the moon
where I thought I saw you
starless and dusted of smoke
it was the time where you first touched me
where you folded the sky to make cerulean blue cranes
and lulled the sun to sleep
it was the time where you first allowed me
to feel the persuasion of your fire
to swallow my butterflies
and chance the reality of a dream
anoexiaMore Like This
se détruire de jours en jours pour disparaitre dans sa propre image
le coeur de toute amnésie
les frous frous de l'amertume
tu ne renais jamais de tes sanglots
embrasser des poupées de plastique et succomber
ne plus sortir de chez soi
vomir de l'orgasme
vomir puis plus rien
RESIGNEDwe never hurt,More Like This
a way to avoid saying
i love you,
we drift and we always get back to ourself,
we were just the wind in your dress.
Visao cegaMore Like This
E das profundezas do meu Ser moribundo
surge o grito que me cega os ouvidos
pela visão do Teu nome que absorvo
sílaba a sílaba
como se nunca saciasse a fome de Te amar...
Grita que me ouves quando me secas as lágrimas
de quando quase pereço na espera que escreve
Diz que me sentes quando me pegas as mãos
de quando as ergo para acariciar o rosto que espelha
Mas se fico a pensar de como seria a vida sem Ti
cala-se o grito,
desaparece a visão,
molham-se as lágrimas,
caem as mãos...
ficando só o vazio profundo que me abraça
na solidão do sonho que escapou por entre
as batidas do coração... que parou.
Asas de VentoSegredam-me pedaços de chamamentoMore Like This
em indeléveis gotículas de lembranças,
recôndito anseio vivo
de abstracto imortalizado
pela força de se ouvir ao longe
o som e.terno do grito exausto
São memórias das palavras reproduzidas
em projecções de ofertas
São fraquezas dos gestos reprimidos
em passado e futuro
E eu sem forças
Como queria...More Like This
São tão frias estas noites
sem o calor do teu corpo ...
São tão negros estes dias
sem a luz do teu olhar...
São tão vazios estes momentos
que nem sei como encontrar
a forma certa de os viver
sem esta dor...
Eu sei que disseste
e sei que voltas,
mas que queres?
Tudo é tão frio
Tudo é tão negro
Tudo é tão vazio...
Nada me preenche esta falta
e só sobra um pouco do beijo
que me deixaste...
Como queria adormecer
para sonhar contigo
Como queria acordar
para te ver à porta
... que aqui estivesses
para trocar estas palavras
por um beijo penhor
Tanta coisa...More Like This
Deixa-te ficar nos meus braços
sem que sintas o tempo
de eu partir
Deixa que te sussurre ao ouvido
palavras que possas guardar
quando já não me ouvires
Deixa que olhe teus olhos
e deles tire a luz que preciso
quando a escuridão me envolver
A chegada a um mundo novo
mundo que me leva de Ti
é feita em tons de revolta
por tudo o que nos prometemos
e não cumprimos…
Tanta coisa por cumprir
tanto desejo reprimido
Numa noite de luar
olha as estrelas
e se vires uma que cai
deixando rasto de luz
pensa que foi uma lágrima
pela saudade sentida
do calor da tua presença.
Surgem-me ...More Like This
Surgem-me palavras duras
num léxico bem marcado
pela solidão do Teu aviso
em momento de loucuras
onde adeus despedaçado
mostrou oco o sorriso;
Palavras onde falta beber
pela sede tão vincada
que longo suspiro deixou
perdida em local por caber
nesta alma sufocada
no vazio que se implantou;
Surge-me promessa vã
em tom negro transparente
prenúncio de noite agreste
embora o frio da manhã
me traga o calor ardente
do beijo que nunca deste.
Restless Body, Restless StairsMore Like This
Restless Body, Restless Stairs
There's something up there
some light, some love, maybe.
I can feel a smile up there
I can feel many things if I dare.
So why am I here in the shadows?
I lost my shadow here in the cold.
Why is this eternal night my prison?
Prison of nightmares, tears and fears.
I think I'm just glued to the ground
and I can't talk or make a sound.
So many things wrong and others I missed
that everything seems bad when I blink.
So many things I see that hurts me
that everything I'll see will do the same.
I think I'm just blind, I can only think
but it feels strange, Why am I here?
Maybe the memories of love, the reason,
the musical taste of skin full of colors,
sweet salt words eared by my blind eyes
or just the slow motion of a touch,
a touch that can stop time for eternity.
There's something that is too much...
The past, the present or even the future,
they hold a key for my question,
but that light in the stairs,
why they appear in my nightmares?
My dreams should be da
I Street Therefore I Am - 03More Like This
The Jitsu Of Seeing Things
Anyone who was ever involved in a street brawl and is reading this with their one good eye, will testify to the fact that when it comes to street fighting; anything goes.
Street fighting isn't just throwing punches or flying kicks and showing off fancy schmancy moves, this is hardcore stuff, man!
All those years of Karate / Kickboxing classes at the local gym goes out the window when you're faced with a drunk dude, who's at least two and a half feet taller than you, sixty three pounds heavier, running full throttle towards you, at lightning speed - in a surprisingly straight line, while holding an interlocking pavement brick, that you swear wasn't there in his hand two seconds and six meters ago.
It is then when you finally begin to understand the gravity of the situation, as you find yourself being overwhelmed with a plethora of ideas that your panic stricken brain is now throwing at you
Update !!! Ostara weekend, Quotes, Features !Hi Journal readers,More Like This
Had a nice Ostara surprise this evening when i had the next message:
"Premium Membership Activated, 1 Year Gift Subscription given by An Anonymous Deviant".
By means of this entrie i want to thank the Anonymous Deviant for donating me a year premium membership.
Thank you so much, Blessed be and greetings from len.
Hi to all journal readers,
Have a great Easter or Ostara happening this weekend .
Blessed be, and greetz len.
Quotes of the week are random:
Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.
H. G. Wells, Outline of History (1920)
English author, historian, & utopian (1866 - 1946)
The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.
US columnist (1935 - )
It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value.
Arthur C. Clarke
English physicist & science fiction author (1917 - )
We do not know what we want a
Journal 6 , with Quotes and features !!!Hi to all journal readers,More Like This
Blessed be, and greetz len.
Quotes of the week are random:
It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
US humorist, novelist, short story author, & wit (1835 - 1910)
If we can connect in some tiny way with a human that doesn't agree with us, then maybe we won't blow up the planet.
Nancy White, Us and Them: A Blog Conversation Survival Guide, SXSW 2006
A little inaccuracy sometimes saves tons of explanation.
Saki, "The Square Egg", 1924
British (Burman-born) short story author (1870 - 1916)
One of the most obvious facts about grownups to a child is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child.
US author & poet (1914 - 1965)
The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
Swiss psychologist (1875 - 1961)
And God Created WomanMore Like This
- A S t r e e t P h o t o g r a p h y F e a t u r e -
two_six_nineby - OskarAlfons-vu
One day in the Garden of Eden,
Eve calls out to God,
"Lord, I have a problem!""What's the problem, Eve?"
Sagrada Familiaby - Kevrekidis
"Lord, I know you created me and provided this beautiful garden
and all of these wonderful animals
and that hilarious comedic snake,
but I'm just not happy."
Adidasby - vulezvrk-vu
"Why is that, Eve?" came the reply from above.
"Lord, I am lonely, and I'm sick to death of apples."
"Well, Eve, in that case, I
A Dog's Life!- A S t r e e t P h o t o g r a p h y F e a t u r e -More Like This
Seanceby - gabyba33-vu
Resistanceby - cahilus
Ambushby - ZiaulKareem
Stagecoachby - djailledie
Blueby - sevron
wake up friends ...by - punktual
Invasion of Privacyby - RichardBublitz
A Gifted Talent XXX...MJDear friends of the arts please allow me to introduce to you MJ and her delightfully "small world" of photographic art.More Like This
MJ calls somewhere near Chicago, USA, home and it is there that she finds a new face and look at the Windy City. It is a feather in her cap that in spite of those winds she can capture the most delicate nuances of nature in an expressively poetic fashion. As an artist MJ works through the lens of a camera mainly but lately has begun posting drawings which certainly hint that this artist's well of creativity runs deep.
Many of you know of MJ's fine macro work...and many more should in my honest opinion. You'll come away after a "walk" through her gallery with these words of Mother Teresa in mind (as found on MJ's home page in light of her artistic statement)...""Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier...."
They say its a small small world but thankfully there is an MJ in it to bring it into focus for us all. She succinctly shows us through her ca
Similitude Street - IIMore Like This
SIMILITUDE ~ NOUN
Similarity in appearance or character or nature between persons or things.
( e p i s o d e - 0 2 )
stocking shoppingby - du-jamais-vu
Street_12by - Bagigi
Dn'G means Drug and Gunsby - gndrfck
three fariesby - DanielKagle
Street color - 21by - hbapt
Light Headedby - Vermontster
Happy Feetby - Jinnger
StorytellerMore Like This
Just hit the play button, sit back and scroll down (slowly) to enjoy a fine selection
of wonderful stories from the Street.
when darkness comesby - arslanalp
Oh storyteller tell us a story
May it be a legend!
Tell us of the people of yesterday;
PH_032313_02by - IgorBkr
Of Loundja, the daughter of the Ogress
And the Sultan's son
Untitled by - sevron
Start with once upon a time,
Offer us dreams
Start with once upon a time,
We all have a story in the depths of our heart.
Catch by - Gregos<
News update, Quotes and features ~!!!!Hi to all journal readers,More Like This
Been absent for nearly 2 months now, hereby some facts that keep me busy during this time.
Just plain facts of life one can encounter in a short period of Time.
- About half January learned that my biological father had died in early December 2012 and was cremated, I had to hear it from non-family who were surprised I didn't knew.
-Working full days or longer with my back issue is draining, at the end of the week I am drained. So in general when I come home Friday afternoon I fall asleep on the couch.
-In February my mother had a cerebral infarction from which she is recovering, as a result she has very limited vision, she still can recognize shapes but no details, even at close quarters.
-In the same period our oldest cat , the Pers Madonna had a kind of fit, so besides being blind , deaf, and dementing she could hardly move her rear legs, so we had to feed her and helping her when she had to use the "toilet" , but she had more and more pain and we had