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Architecture, Urban and Rural Spotlight Vol. 60klapouch'sMore Like This
Spotlight Vol. 60
Architecture, Urban and Rural
Kyoto Nights II
Tokyo Rainbow Bridge
Our last playground IV
cloud on the wall
daespringi.More Like This
watched the sun drip off my abdomen
and burrow shallow into my thigh;
am i alive?
fifty billion rivulets
in stomach shift and i
feel nothing and
the pulls of my eyes
show peace and
sanctified error; i'd break this mirror
but all the worlds
are vagrant and watchful.
when i bite my lip
if i believed once
i have since
come to know.
what the sons touch
and facets wretched.
epithets damaged and
electronic chasms etched
deep into soles of damp feet
and wrung spines that
sung sweet with the dawn
now defaulting to panic's letch.
symphonic rise and
she planted her promises
firm on the unstable surface
that dictates the flux
of the planets.
she asked how it felt,
if it brought me
and as the query resounded
in the heavens
if i believed once
i have since
what the suns touch
White HoleSometimes I stop midstride in my tracksMore Like This
and marvel at the view of liquid gold
melting into cumulus clouds of grey
and blue until I forget what else
I had thought I had to do.
While the morning light washes into
the misty valley, as fresh and new
as it ever had, I find myself lost;
a barnacle clad rock,
perturbing the anonymous tide
of the other suits and ties brushing by.
But in truth I'm not the rock -
I am the leech - easily seduced,
easy to lose my shell of countenance.
So I turn my face into the icy wind
and collar up I let myself be pushed
along a world line with a future light cone
so dim, I can't see how to live in.
a girl at the airportwhen she eats cakeMore Like This
she presses a napkin
to her lips with each bite--
frosting smears are impolite
murderers of good,
faraway first impressions.
when she sees someone
beautiful, she hides her face
behind a book, book shelf, closed door
like a pious man hides his eyes
when she has something
important to say among a crowd
she utters it like the bah
of a vulnerable lamb--
a fragile thing, a hesitant mantra
to be drowned and consumed
without thought or care by the sound
of louder others.
when she falls in love
she looks around
to make sure no one saw
and when someone sees
she refuses to believe
their eyes tried to catch
On the Nature of LoveI.More Like This
In the beginning,
nothing made sense.
We entered into a state of delirium;
all sanity and reason fled
as startled birds.
We clung to each other in a dizzy space,
a familiar space. Together. Confusion
Blue purple black light --
Have we seen the iris of God?
Yet we live and breathe and walk.
We are afraid of why.
For anger. For love.
The question of life:
Do we stop or do we keep at this
So tired, but I can't sleep...It's been a while since I wrote my last journal entry.More Like This
Things have shifted in a way I could never imagine... Everything broke down like a cardhouse - from one day to the other without warning.
My beloved girlfriend left me alone - all the best for her future. I hope time will change those feelings of bitter silence, lonelyness and sorrow in some months.
With friendly greets,
Some music for quiet moments:
Out of my mood - I decided to do a emotive portrait feature! Enjoy those delicate shots and show the artists your respect
Pursuit of a DreamMore Like This
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Trekking at Sunset
by MetaWorks, JoeyVazquez, sanjun
Felipe Cagno’s Long Journey to “The Lost Kids: Seeking Samarkang.”
Many deviants know well…
…“The Lost Kids: Seeking Samarkand”, the 200+ pages graphic novel written and created by Brazilian storyteller FelipeCagno.
What few know is the story of how it took him almost a decade to bring this story to the public between script re–writes, produc