9.9.14

Reflections about us

US is two I I hand in hand
ignoring a snake. 
WE's a reflection of ME
wondering by the lake.
U and ME make US
in colorful partake.
ME's a reflection of WE
for true love's sake.
MY I watches YOUR I 
on every step we take.
Each hour is a happy OUR
and OURS a big break!

✍Quotes of the day
- “To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.” 
(Elizabeth Gilbert, "Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage")
- “Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invariably they are both disappointed.” 
― (Albert Einstein)
- “Why does a woman work ten years to change a man, then complain he's not the man she married?” 
(Barbra Streisand)
- “Love is an act of endless forgiveness; a tender look which becomes a habit.” 
(Peter Ustinov)
- “...love one another, but make not a bond of love: 
let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. 
fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. 
give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf 
sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, 
even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.” 
- (Khalil Gibran, "Prophet Hb")

29.8.14

My sense is

The less I see
the more I can see.
He is my light.
He is my eyes.
The less I hear
the more I can hear.
He is my song.
He is my ears.
The less I smell
the more I can smell.
He is my perfume.
He is my nose.
The less I taste
the more I can taste.
He is my wine.
He is my tongue. 
The less I feel
the more I can feel.
He is my skin.
He is my hands.
I am ready to go.

✍Quote of the day
"Where the senses fail us, reason must step in."
(Galileo Galilei)

23.8.14

Time out


It's lost its last wheel,
almost its light, its luster,
lots of little things,
a hand, the arbor, the anchor
and some coiled springs.
Also its luxury, its lust,
its fast adjusted beat,
but at least it's still got
a lustrum guarantee.
A worker must it is,
so, love, let's fix this crap
lest it definitely cracks,
to hear its annoying beep
or else we'll be late.
One more thing in our list.


✍Quote of the day
“A mouse trap placed on top of your alarm clock will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep”
(Anonymous)


14.8.14

Ecdysis



In the blue, still,
cloudy eyes becoming blind,
dull visage, starving, pale,
slowly fainting in grey sloughs,
the slim lady looks like dying...
Sighs...sighs...sighs...

- Oh, Lord, cast me off,
get rid of my scales of lust.
I so long for limbs to walk,
wish I could fly from this dust.

Crawling out timidly, she cries,
her body bleeds while emerging
like a wonder butterfly.
Push...push...push...

A miracle has occured
since soaring in silver feathers
now her eyes can see the light.
Reborn in angel-like face,
taking flight in pure flesh
she would slither no more:
the vile creature has been saved,
a nymph taking its wrong place.

Love never dies
only changes skin to grow,
to lay inside.

(Who's hissing...?)

✍Quotes of the day
- “Shedding off one more layer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.”
(Bob Dylan)
- "Shedding one's skin. The snake that cannot shed its skin perishes. So do the spirits who are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be spirit."
 (Friedrich Nietzsche)



10.8.14

Love's slave

Love's slave I am
from dawn to dusk,
from dusk till dawn,
every beat of my heart,
more than obedient,
submissive,
enchained to his charms,
bound to his desire,
the captive of his cravings
burnt in his fervent fire.
Locked up in happy love,
my key I threw to his will
for, in chosen prison,
I'm both pleasant ruler
and pleased servant,
when giving and taking,
when won or defeated,
assumed while consumed
up to my last drop of blood,
and
my fate's being slashed
to death by his divine blade
till whole consummation.
Love´s slave I am.
Passionately.
Desperately.
Willingly.


✍Quote of the day
“Consummation is consumption.
We cannot consummate our bliss and not consume.
All joys are cakes and vanish in eating.
All bliss is sugar's melting in the mouth.”

(Wilfred Owen)