Monday, April 26, 2010
His like
To buffer
Like instead of love
Insecurity
In front
The seasonal beauty
Poetic surpass
Passionately be
Tango match
The God within
Tango of sensuality and elegance within a shared goodbye smile
Coming forever
Poetic light
Our sky touching
~
Ocean Kiss
The real end of Haiku land
{ It ended that journey with "The way of the warrior". Past an experience, I continue my path. Highlighted theme, trust the universe as always but trust less human - essence of revelation in note for artists. Encountering the fake figures, I remember the genius Nikola Tesla. Though, even snakes have a sacred role}
P.S: Nikola Tesla has wings fluttering smiles everywhere on the path of the enlightened
P.S: Nikola Tesla has wings fluttering smiles everywhere on the path of the enlightened
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Behind closed curtains
James Braun .
the pale dunes
under a slow lunar flare
are uncovered
Ron Cooke .
granite and ice
cruel and barren place
snow hare scurries
Bret Mars .
cliff face-
the evening sun turns
a piton into gold
Maya Amal Idriss ~
~
He wrote screech
The ugly sole as face
His message remains
Suffering all frictions
Doomed in the weight
Mother Earth
Inflicting the unspoken
On the sole and lineage
All self imposedMaya Amal Idriss Magic of the
Self imposed
That screech
Whether invisible, adjusted
or circumventing
Non of my concern
The path within your choice
Though :
James Braun
crisp paper
the sweet smell of success
erasing
~ ~ ~
Ocean Kiss
Runaways, old wound to light
Maya Amal Idriss ~
Two latest runaways
Their shadows unfurled
Among endless list
Fear Not me
Choice draws
Me ant, spot
In tears
Within smiles
Ocean kiss
Wavering
Light
Another shadow unfurls
James Braun .
the pale dunes
under a slow lunar flare
are uncoveredRon Cooke .
granite and ice
cruel and barren place
snow hare scurriesBret Mars .
cliff face-
the evening sun turns
a piton into goldMaya Amal Idriss ~
~
He wrote screech
The ugly sole as face
His message remains
Suffering all frictions
Doomed in the weight
Mother Earth
Inflicting the unspoken
On the sole and lineage
All self imposedMaya Amal Idriss Magic of the
Self imposed
That screech
Whether invisible, adjusted
or circumventing
Non of my concern
The path within your choice
Though :
James Braun
crisp paper
the sweet smell of success
erasing
~ ~ ~
Ocean Kiss
Friday, April 23, 2010
Roxy Dialogue , multiple shades, that evening
Roxana Elena Roseti mornings with
old cars
are underway
ray and dew
live door to door
one is a teacher
the other is an artist
and all whirl
on a street with
red shop of life
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Morphic Resonance, Yung synchronicity and I Ching
~
Scarlett
Their peacock
Authentic love
Mother Earth
Synchronicity
I Ching
Carl Yung
Morphic resonance
Never shy
Hovering
Definitely, enigmatic
"Gone with the wind"
Faithfully yours
Pinkish Bedouin
Revisiting
A bad habit
Haiku hallucinations
Scarlett
Their peacock
Authentic love
Mother Earth
Synchronicity
I Ching
Carl Yung
Morphic resonance
Never shy
Hovering
Definitely, enigmatic
"Gone with the wind"
Faithfully yours
Pinkish Bedouin
Revisiting
A bad habit
Haiku hallucinations
In between lines
As the jolt, wither away. Cellular memory driving. Tranquility opens another scene. A joy.
A voice told me stop sharing the unfathomable till a point. I agree. A renewed joy in oneness.
Rejoined his kiss, my liquid light.
A voice told me stop sharing the unfathomable till a point. I agree. A renewed joy in oneness.
Rejoined his kiss, my liquid light.
Stockholm
Jolted
Stockholm
That day
Liquid stars
Vibrating
Bowing
Paths of light
Cosmic salutations
Unfolding love
Me and manifestations
Ant
Sweeper
Storyteller
Keeper
Messages in bottles
Autistic eye
Me the rhythm
Jolted
Stockholm
That day:
Flooding tears
Me the rhythm
Synchronicity
Remembrance
Cellular
Cellular
My presence
"Yes, I know"
The day, it rained
~
Pink necklace of dreams
The little girl forgot
At the choking emptiness
With her mother
The day, it rained
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Note to Artists
In every graph of reality, dots of imagination and vice versa
The skill is to surf in between graphs and dots consciously
So that not to drown in any dot like suicidal poets
Make conscious decision of seeking healthy style in life
A smile is more miraculous than any poem
Bravery across skies, not in dungeons of fear or damp souls
Trash Gurus who shadow your sun by belittling your joy
Formulate your scenario of elegancy
All what you seek is within
Allow your art to be hated for that speaks of its ferocious beauty
Keep on taking yourself less seriously
All is a whirl on stillness
That dance which demands motion yet mystic anchor to oneness
The skill is to surf in between graphs and dots consciously
So that not to drown in any dot like suicidal poets
Make conscious decision of seeking healthy style in life
A smile is more miraculous than any poem
Bravery across skies, not in dungeons of fear or damp souls
Trash Gurus who shadow your sun by belittling your joy
Formulate your scenario of elegancy
All what you seek is within
Allow your art to be hated for that speaks of its ferocious beauty
Keep on taking yourself less seriously
All is a whirl on stillness
That dance which demands motion yet mystic anchor to oneness
My weather forcast
From 7 April till date, one experiment of intensity. Expecting stillness of a flow for the rest of the month to generate the new equilibrium. Back to smoothness, that mystic voice rocking beauty to new frontiers. My imagination flying over a wild discipline of relax that entices another whirl.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Theme of Hallucinations (based on real observations)
Do not take me or yourselves so seriously.
Our hell is our heaven and vice versa.
All is just a perspective.
Characters we hate, characters we love are all a choice.
Change scenario, change your film.
Follow that excites.
Any prison is that of choice.
Choose wisely. (including you Dodgie)
Your storyteller, Maya.
P.S: Tired from following your hallucinations. Try to reflect on
them. Each player in the story was drawing his role, his color,
I just linked the dots. Smiling, I will for intensity lead to
expansion yours and mine.
For now, a break.
Stop following my blog, secretly.
Appendix 3
I RE-SHUT MY EYES FOR THE BEAUTY OF MY INNER WORLD
FRIDAY, JANUARY 29, 2010
I am sharing with you a weird dream I had two days ago. It goes like this:
I was walking, eyes shut, with blissful inner stillness, walking very smoothly. Out of the blue, a fear told me: "Attention! Your eyes are closed. What if there was an obstacle and you tripped ...". So, I opened my eyes. Blurred by light and noise, I lost my equilibrium. A humorous voice inside me said: Better sight with inner vision.
Appendix 2
The message that I heard and took back, was and is self imposed. Brown, that Braun, in half.
Appendix 1
Ugly souls enhancing the beauty of white souls. Colors of life.
James Braun .
screaching against tile -
a little white pebble
on my shoe
Monday, April 19, 2010
The End that is another Beginning
As the blood floods out of the deceased, the stupid bystander always watching since the start spits /. All from within to the mirror. Though the final elegancy awaits. In God hands.
Dodgie Reigh Manzano Calpito \
Dodgie Reigh Manzano Calpito \
Caged bird
Looked at me and asked
"How are you?"
JD Tearing out
Tearing out the unreal which was ironically real
Message received
Your wishes my command
As me non Henry Darger
In a flooding tear, walking out
Delete your verb of choice
P.S: They were talking about me.
Message received
Your wishes my command
As me non Henry Darger
In a flooding tear, walking out
Delete your verb of choice
P.S: They were talking about me.
The other color
~
Imagination waving,
magic along that
ocean kiss of mine,
caressing
the universal breath.
Never was a handout
of compassion:
Rooted in empathy,
its authentic flares.
Imagination waving,
magic along that
ocean kiss of mine,
caressing
the universal breath.
Never was a handout
of compassion:
Rooted in empathy,
its authentic flares.
Moon aloof in the darkness
~
His Dagerman Autumn
Few understands
That cloud of uncertainties
Vibrancy of post storm
That pulse behind words
Beauty of empathy
His Dagerman Autumn
Few understands
That cloud of uncertainties
Vibrancy of post storm
That pulse behind words
Beauty of empathy
Sadomasochism within Art
Salting sadomasochism away
Within Art
Yet spectators applaud
For other personal scenes
Fetishism unchained
Masks of predators victimized
In all
Innocence, Pretending, Acting
All are
Only shades of that variation
Cemented awareness
Of a sweeper
Who belongs to pure love
Me the Rhythm
Me
The rhythm
Flirt with density
Skinny dip with souls
Messages to deliver
Me
The rhythm
Aches
Me
The rhythm
Voices of what will
Getting crystal
Holding, hunting, haunting
Me
The rhythm
Aches
Me
The rhythm
Thought of a done job
Yet a million journey
Me still aches
Me
The rhythm
Eternal ache within a smile
Eternal smile within an ache
Me still expanding
in Beauty
Last trace: the flutter
~
Red flutter in flocks
Across jaundice green
In flame, autumn tree
~
In flame, a tear
Assassin dormant
Red flutter in flocks
~
"Respect" his flame
Red flutter in flocks
Non capturing
~
Red flutter in flocks
Across jaundice green
In flame, autumn tree
~
In flame, a tear
Assassin dormant
Red flutter in flocks
~
"Respect" his flame
Red flutter in flocks
Non capturing
~
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Footnote: Irony of Respect
As killers do, he did not know the story behind the killing
Just the act for payment in Respect
The irony, Ignorance is what he hates
Post medals' ceremony, JD still dormant
Missed is his Quantum Physics
(Gratitude for ceremony host, Brown in half)
Just the act for payment in Respect
The irony, Ignorance is what he hates
Post medals' ceremony, JD still dormant
Missed is his Quantum Physics
(Gratitude for ceremony host, Brown in half)
Oups! The rest of saga before turning off. Cheers to intelligence, who does have some.
James Braun .
cracked footprints -
sawdust covered
sidewalk iceBret Mars .
bright white view
from the parka's hood
a fur trimmed world
Shawn Whitney .
moonlit snow,
snowshoeing
across the pastureJames Braun .
the pale dunes
under a slow lunar flare
are uncoveredRon Cooke .
granite and ice
cruel and barren place
snow hare scurriesBret Mars .
cliff face-
the evening sun turns
a piton into gold
... The Chosen One
I hum my sky as my path is not crossing theirs for ages. I am the chosen one. Psychic, Poetic, Love within, I am LIGHT.
The Morning After
Curtains reopened. The sweeper in face of his past vibrations and variations, caresses quietly. Holding love for all that lead him to expansion. Applauding as he cleans used furniture, along his tear. The smart was smart as he cracked the dune. The filthy mouth was cloud man when smudging. The foul continues to be a fool. Hidden actors with passive roles, waving. Star aura my kiss in the mirror. Know what the sweeper holds is pure love. "Paths of the endeared... cross ... recross ... eternally". Only the serial killer lost the love of his life. Ocean Kiss.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Their Irony & My Bliss
In every theater
The innocent spectators
Who applaud for another scene
~
Blessed I am
In Light, for Light
Pinkish Bedouin
~
"House
Trunk of tree
Home
The vibrant leave
Bedouin"
Psychic
The innocent spectators
Who applaud for another scene
~
Blessed I am
In Light, for Light
Pinkish Bedouin
~
"House
Trunk of tree
Home
The vibrant leave
Bedouin"
Psychic
My Musical Smile: the Smirky Feather
The Sicilian family offered me sharing the dungeon
After sharing fascination, I laughed in my wound
The smart, the fool, the serial killer and company
Not to forget the filthy mouth on his guitar
And the Asian psychiatrist, his word of shared
Then comes the castle, battle, peace upon sword
Icy sadism their story of predators
Foolishly poetic said Tak but no
In light For light me the Pinkish:
"Crystal blue on pinkish
there went off messages gliding
the smirky feather
so fresh"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After sharing fascination, I laughed in my wound
The smart, the fool, the serial killer and company
Not to forget the filthy mouth on his guitar
And the Asian psychiatrist, his word of shared
Then comes the castle, battle, peace upon sword
Icy sadism their story of predators
Foolishly poetic said Tak but no
In light For light me the Pinkish:
"Crystal blue on pinkish
there went off messages gliding
the smirky feather
so fresh"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All I was their game ... My Deafening Tear
The beauty that I had in my heart towards them, was all mine. Yet, I cry.
... My Deafening Tear ...
James Braun based on haiku chain,
but you use your own words
in all three lines.
the rule: honor the previous haiku
in your own way in your haiku.
hint: make subtle reference
to the feeling,
or wisdom pearl.
This chain will start
with the next haiku
from one of our members.
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