the night

No 

matter

how blue,

or green,

our eyes.

.

No matter

how avid

or intense

their glow.

.

On windy nights

candles blow.

Image: Trade in time .. by artsmitten

Shaped a candle and posted it for d'verse!

Got Nowhere

I got you wrong
        And so did you

                  Guess

                       we just

        misunderstood…

I looked tired ‘cause I was
                 And you thought

                     I was tired of your adoration
                                         And I thought

I’d been deprived of your affection.

               And you thought I was a fool
     While I was thinking I was a fool
                                      But I knew

                   You still admired me
                 For the things I did

              and still do..

                  Went  to sleep
              Then woke up
   You were not there
      But I knew

            you’ d been around

                           somehow

                            somewhere

                            Between your lie

                    and my truth

               your truth 

                  and my lie...

You  didn’t say a word

           Neither did I

                      Could be...

           I got you wrong

              And so did you 

                               Could be...
                                  We just again

                                        misunderstood...

..............................................................................................................................................

IMAGE:  Weaving Lace Wings by Dorina Costras

disguised

 

The secret of this world is

that

all things subsist

never die

they move away from our sight

and then return

Nothing dies

Humans seem to die

but they don’t

they are looking from behind the window

in great shape

only dressed in a new

strange disguise... 

Adapted from 

Helena Petrovna Blavatsky (1831-1891)
 texts on reincarnation

Image: Time (III), by Aimee Stewart

So Near

 

It was about…

let me see...

a short period

with a beginning

    and an end
kind of...

a circle

 perfect was it

as it was here 

in what I call

 me

and I was 

all the time

there

mean here

... in myself.

Image: >   The Broken 1 by beautifulscar

While observing

These pairs 

just  don’t match

yet, 

they hold hands

and show off.

A few too many 

gross bodies

 showing vital  

dissatisfaction.

This heat’s burning 

my  left arm

while I drive 

 home to safety.

Image: Smile While Observing by Adam Bloom

.Joining d'verse

..

Joining at d’verse because it’s Tuesday and because, honestly, I always expect some people to read. That’s so selfish on my part-I reckon- since I’ve been off blogging and  unable to catch up lately. Please, let me apologize for that, esp.  to those who (as I used to) find the time to come here, no matter what.

THANK you so much for being there.

Also, please, understand, I’ve been trying to comment on some of you- but having to write down my comments together with passwords, mails and/ or verification words... makes it all so much worse. Could you please get rid of that?

Anyway, thank you again!

D.

Moment or Momentum

Extreme enlightenment  

      frees the souls

     which visit the venue

       under no condition

            for long

.

To the creative

    a whole

to the ignorant

    a hole

.

Pending someone’s decision

     whose name is found

     near and on

          both poles

.

The daring

     call it forfeit

the timid

      a new sacrifice

.

No achievers

.

None conversant with

when it ends up

or if it ever does.

      ...

Posted for d'verse

Fantasy (from my exhibition) by Antanas