Friday, 9 August 2013

The stoic's pain





Trough the flicking candles and soft lullaby's that filled the warm air, clear of every thought and wearing my best smile, looked like nothing could interfere on this surreal night . A giggle, a wink, a secret whispered into an ear. The night was just at the start and we just wanted more...





"You show no feelings as you wonder trough the crowd,
 Erased your memory by time, I thought,
 But shadows of you appear as I walk. 
No one can see you, invisible to the eye. 
Only in my imagination you appear. 
Like a fickle dream, while I'm awake..."





The sound of clinking glasses and the aroma of sweet liquor pervaded the air. Dance, sing, come closer it read on their eye, innocence will be lost tonight...





"I held my breath when I thought I recognised your face. 
Followed the image until it faded away.
It makes me ask, how have you travelled so far across?..."





Rose turned the air, and the sound of the world almost turned still, only the daring sweet smell of lost youth lingered crawling up the walls. Slowly they made their way into the narrowing streets finding refuge away from the curious eye, of those like me that never had seen...





"I smile with satisfaction when you flatter me.
Like any other would be.
Sweet sounds your voice for those who starve.
I just beg you, not to feed on me..." 





Make's you ask the question how naive I could be, in my world these were only wild fantasies. Tick tock goes the clock, we mocked time like this moment would last forever, tick tock goes the clock, until the first light of the day... Cinderella did not leave at the stroke of 12... she choose to ignore, instead of retreating, more and more joined the dark ball...






"You speak of love, but you feel none.
Hoo you speak of love but you don't know what it means. 
You speak of my love, as you know what I feel... 
For love it is not what you seek...
Hoo dear you, the stoic is craving for love..."





Entangled in a dance ignoring the crowd, both locked in each others glare, passion... as fluids exchanged. Heavy their breath became when faster the music played. Intoxicated by the smell of the awaiting flesh, more and more he bagged to her, with just a smirk she kept feeding the flame within.





"Inebriated by your poison that slowly infiltrated trough my skin. 
Your presence made itself trough the crowd unnoticed, 
Or they choose to just ignore playing the indifferent role...."






More! he whispered to the air, more he wished to have, more.. more.. more, greedy as rebel youth can be.






"What it will take to satisfy your sick appetite? 
What more you want of me?
hoo scavenger of the innocence...
Don't take the last hope away from me..."  



Dance, drink and dare till the first ray of light, then back to the dark narrowing streets where shadows reigned and the music never ceased.....





"Your monument stands high above every other.
It makes them look small, insignificant and weak. 
But yours is the one who's crumbling 
Now the stoic twitches with fear..."






...











Your indifference will soon revolt against you, and you will learn what pain means, what abandonment feels like... and the stoic will finally learn the meaning of feel...










Picture by Hotei ©



Friday, 2 August 2013

Thank you
















A small tribute to you my friend, for the lovely wishes and thoughtful gifts...




Picture by hotei ©





Monday, 22 July 2013

Sail me back home



The dreams we shared are slowly taking shape. Worked so hard to achieve the goals we've set and finally we are so close to collect the fruits from the plants that we planted a few years back. Collecting the fruits will not result in the end but hopefully just the start.

Time is going on by without giving us the time to realise, last June I was mourning a love (a friendship) that could and never be part of my life. Came across more then just emotions, my path kept crossing more and more people, some of them readers that perhaps wanted to know the face behind this mask. Or others, that felt like they knew me for a long while, from here I send all of my love to you all my dear friends.

Working to hard you told me. Well I don't mind I always reply, as long as the result shows, in the end that makes it all worthwhile working for, no matter how hard that might turn out to be.






...

"All work and no play makes jack a dull boy you told me with a grin on your face, and besides its your birthday you deserve it... Hoo what a day that was".
...







The sun was shining in its full glory, but yet a soft cold breeze kept making us hold back from calling it summer. You held on tightly to my arm as we set sail to the north, the waves gently rocked our boat while the  golden sun shimmered on the water somehow making us feel almost dizzy. Your eyes picked up notes from the golden strokes reflected on the waves making that moment even more enchanting.




Reached for my hand as we stared at the deep blue water making us question if what we had in front of us was real or just a figment of our imagination. The water kept calling us, inviting us to play with the cheeky waves. The waves were at times  teasing us  trying to reach our feet hanging down from behind the railing. Not long we were over come by the wanting, to feel the salty water on our skin, making us regret it the minute we dipped our toes in the freezing water.




Among a thousand people, giggles, laughs and smiles only one face was familiar to me, the only face I could see, the only face I know. It reminded me of a passed perfect day while we shivered in the icy crystal clear waters. Yet the setting made it all worthwhile and made me forget the other thousand faces surrounding me. The one smile I know, the smile on her face, a smile I could recognize among a thousand smiles.




Yet again the day had to come to an end, but not before a promise to return to this enchanted place, giving life to sleeping memories and giving birth to new paragraphs in this book called life.















For all of those who remembered my birthday, for all of the wonderful wishes I thank you my dear friends.






Pictures by Hotei ©




Sunday, 21 July 2013

[LOVE] he wrote!









Static! he said, and guess he is right, I am hesitating when it comes to press the orange publish button. What's the point in writing posts? writing thoughts, then not finish the last line!. Guess this means that I am not feeling comfortable in my own skin any more. I think and ask myself, why I'm doing so? then I tell to myself wasn't this the reason I started this diary?.

Thinking of it, its true... I know he is right but guess there is much to learn, and we should have learnt this a long while ago.

Guess it was love that made me start... then later transformed (evolved) to something more deep, to something more personal, but it kept the same idea the same meaning. "Eclectic" at times but still it changed around the very same idea. Guess it changed with me as I grew, as I perhaps learned every time I stumbled, every time I choose a new path to walk.

Perhaps we have divided ideas about this or perhaps we see this trough a different lens, but guess our feelings are the same in the end.

I say...what is wrong in picking up the same theme? if every time its a different emotion I feel. Who wouldn't write down a deceleration on paper every time one feels butterflies in his stomach?. Every time one is dragged in a stranger eye...captured in a travellers smile...

Many times I promised my self not to write about love, but then there is always that one exception, that only one reason to just put a few words down. Guess some people make you heart beat faster even if you never looked straight in their face or heard their voice, or those other times when you thought you heard that capturing laugh resonating in you ear. That giggle that made you fall, and that smile that made you go so gaga uncountable times.

If you think about it, and you perhaps won't need to over work yourself about it you'll know how similar we are, how many times we crossed the same paths. Love with no returned feeling....love at a distance...love that was just a fickle dream...guess the reason must and will always be love....











Pictures by tumblr & google images 




Saturday, 13 July 2013

Solitude




Ryuichi Sakamoto - Solitude












To you,
And for you,
Because...
You steal my heart
Capture my words
And posses my thoughts....








Solitude lingers.
A single note,
On the edge of a key.


Like your presence
When you are not with me.
A haunt to my sanity.


I feel your warmth
But you are not with me.
I hear your voice...
But you are not to hear me.


I am Only...


Quickly murmured Words,
Gentle While you sleep.
An Unspoken soft whisper,
A fragment of a dream.


Alone and pointless
Lingering, like solitude
On the edge of words
Hanging on to an over played key


Until....


With half a conscious smile towards me
You play that key into a melody 





This poem was gently whispered by
Great thanks must go to her for sharing this with me. 

Thank you






Picture by tumblr 
Music by Ryuichi Sakamoto
Poem by C





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