Autoimmune Disease -
a patient mirrors the world
Senses & nonsense ... Poetic mood ... Whatever self imposes ... Heartfelt
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Dedication to Doris
Veiling mist in eyes
crystal clear
Divinity of tenderness
Some twenty years ago
two met to knit
Chosen sisterhood
Hardest strike
for the one not hallucinating
from high fever
Narrow alley warmth
its end dripping down two-way street
full hearts in both
crystal clear
Divinity of tenderness
Some twenty years ago
two met to knit
Chosen sisterhood
Hardest strike
for the one not hallucinating
from high fever
Narrow alley warmth
its end dripping down two-way street
full hearts in both
Light and Happy Fingertip
winking
car to car
all teenager years
passes by that flash
racing images
heartbeats
reflex
detour ... gazes
brighter potentials
in the darkest night
enjoying punctuation
inclusion of full stop - period
car to car
all teenager years
passes by that flash
racing images
heartbeats
reflex
detour ... gazes
brighter potentials
in the darkest night
enjoying punctuation
inclusion of full stop - period
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
never a swamp nor waterlogged
flower petals withering
one by one
life pages
the scented freshness of
passage
hunched in
mist
waves liberating
step by step
floor screen, sky amidst sea
see senses
sensational
heartbeats
one by one even the missed
echoes of perfection, heart murmur
open palm
drops running
lifeline
whether cross or star
the energy dictates by movement
one by one
life pages
the scented freshness of
passage
hunched in
mist
waves liberating
step by step
floor screen, sky amidst sea
see senses
sensational
heartbeats
one by one even the missed
echoes of perfection, heart murmur
open palm
drops running
lifeline
whether cross or star
the energy dictates by movement
love essence to expand
Ali Baba cave
whale's stomach
sitting amidst
richness and dizziness
do I leak
Befriending mirrors
shadows
antique
dreams lost and found
calmness of open heart
Itchiness of throat
melting away
going beyond pain
embracing
all
Mountain peak
solitude landscape
observing valleys
to interact and caress -
feel the breath of oneness
No more dichotomy
the new age
shining within my ruins
smile behind vision
sweet surrender
whale's stomach
sitting amidst
richness and dizziness
do I leak
Befriending mirrors
shadows
antique
dreams lost and found
calmness of open heart
Itchiness of throat
melting away
going beyond pain
embracing
all
Mountain peak
solitude landscape
observing valleys
to interact and caress -
feel the breath of oneness
No more dichotomy
the new age
shining within my ruins
smile behind vision
sweet surrender
Friday, September 24, 2010
Arabella, drifting in silence
after midnight, pacing out
pain dimensions
along moon shadows
grandfather's Arabella Nordmende
mending the yearn tune
pain dimensions
along moon shadows
grandfather's Arabella Nordmende
mending the yearn tune
Rivulets
Antique along photos
child- teenager- mourning young lady
the distant mash me
so close looming out of dust
family house once sealed
at the end times home
pain and laughter
all the echoes
mine
gate keeper of memories
keys' friction calling dawn
light curtain
child- teenager- mourning young lady
the distant mash me
so close looming out of dust
family house once sealed
at the end times home
pain and laughter
all the echoes
mine
gate keeper of memories
keys' friction calling dawn
light curtain
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
15th of September 2010 ... blink ... 2 years
Humming to return, the latest spiral round foolishness of transparency cutting edge time folds to unfold shedding what is not to build in essence. I am the sound and its mystery. Divinity of be and undulations.
Simplicity of
bee buzzing
on top
expanding hill
honey licks
kite
along the river
tenderness of the tilted
in eclipse to merge
oneness of magnetic field
from lapping to crashing then different lapping
gazes that bloom
complete surrender the solved
fingers to cling then flutter
withered variables on the beyond
glowing aura
celestially shade
lingering there
...
haunted by that simplicity
...
on top
expanding hill
honey licks
kite
along the river
tenderness of the tilted
in eclipse to merge
oneness of magnetic field
from lapping to crashing then different lapping
gazes that bloom
complete surrender the solved
open gate elevated closer
to breath, breeze and strong wind
bursting
fingers to cling then flutter
withered variables on the beyond
glowing aura
celestially shade
lingering there
...
haunted by that simplicity
...
Again & Against
Race against weather
Aboard memories
Spiraling rounds
Low sky
Immensity of outer space
Aboard memories
Spiraling rounds
Low sky
Immensity of outer space
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Note of nonsense and senses
Walk me through the rhythm between piano notes that light fingertips and your gazes crossing deserts to twinkle upon a mirage past a floating leaf to be pinned on a page, rivers of lust sculpting palm and hills of lingering.
Jotting down expansive contradiction
Bright colors standing ovation for light jade river that rumbles its mystery. Fertile autumn of black clouds looming across new born day moon recklessly happy double underlined by an escapade trail. One observation of life stories. Seeing me in what is.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Innsbruck Escapade
Hotel lobby five stars
Bright lights and chatter
Warm fingertips of an antique
Tourism of gazes
Within velvelty embrace
Bright lights and chatter
Warm fingertips of an antique
Tourism of gazes
Within velvelty embrace
Insight
"Expressions that sculpt the beholder's mood, heart of rhymes the secretive sounds"
Faraway on mountain's top, listening to the depth of wind brushing valleys. I am that ache and serenity. Out of mind, out of sight.
Faraway on mountain's top, listening to the depth of wind brushing valleys. I am that ache and serenity. Out of mind, out of sight.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Cave in to key-hole
the missed ... solid
friction in purse
voicing yearn
with each step
depth of wounds
rusty memories
keyhole
amid
family saga house
smell of soaked tears
hanging laughter
all sealed by escaping
to eventually return
playing the rhythm
such a venture into
autumn
friction in purse
voicing yearn
with each step
depth of wounds
rusty memories
keyhole
amid
family saga house
smell of soaked tears
hanging laughter
all sealed by escaping
to eventually return
playing the rhythm
such a venture into
autumn
Whose round is it?
a tear forging its path
as her gaze clung to
his transparency
in a parallel world
the sweetest bite
as her gaze clung to
his transparency
in a parallel world
the sweetest bite
A catch in voice
hinged kissing velvety petals
vase of rearrangement with tears
the grave's brooch
pine trees to tiptoe out of
pinning face deep into the blues
vase of rearrangement with tears
the grave's brooch
pine trees to tiptoe out of
pinning face deep into the blues
Hunted by Absence
forgotten alley and shade
smelling warmth around noon
slow walk
stumbling across a tear
the missed awaken
smelling warmth around noon
slow walk
stumbling across a tear
the missed awaken
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Floral Memory
Rising to be engulfed that night
Drizzling rain and cello music
Calla lily looming out
(Musical background: YouTube - Memoirs of a Geisha Soundtrack-10 The Garden Meeting )
Drizzling rain and cello music
Calla lily looming out
(Musical background: YouTube - Memoirs of a Geisha Soundtrack-10 The Garden Meeting )
Once upon a sighting
paper plane
with each swirl
excitement of rainbow
I am eight
he is nine and mine
with each swirl
excitement of rainbow
I am eight
he is nine and mine
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Fluttering Meadow
Drifting butterfly
Tugging
Childish wonder
On each petal
Giggle
Such a breeze
Heart journey
of no end nor target
Divine breath
Blue blur
As butterfly emerges within
Tugging worlds & words
Tugging
Childish wonder
On each petal
Giggle
Such a breeze
Heart journey
of no end nor target
Divine breath
Blue blur
As butterfly emerges within
Tugging worlds & words
sleepless night
racing my shadow
for first ray
ascending to sleep
white to white
calling me for
ripples
but just before
dribble & a hymn
for first ray
ascending to sleep
white to white
calling me for
ripples
but just before
dribble & a hymn
To leave
Few days and I am leaving. Writing is my passion. Never wanting to stop. Creating a new home blog is not worth the trouble. Shall I continue here ... Not knowing ... Quite rough waters the past month ending a Swiss journey that was Russian mountains ride... Returning soon back to Beirut. Happy about leaving. Will take full year of lingering free, a drifting scent.
Leaving ...
Packing experiences to age
In one eyelash flutter
In one windy flutter
So much clutter
How much time has elapsed
How much pain has elapsed
Appetite for blank
Excitement of first word
First word, first visit upon landing
The pine cemetery
Green on blue blur
Blur rejoining my wings
Authentic integrity in my grip
Foolishly nomad and the wind
Nomad or pinkish bedouin
Characteristics of a black bourgeoise
To arrive soon
Arriving back ...
To unpack reflections
Dust shifting
Dust shifting
Sunny skinny dip in
Bret Mars champagne glass
Foolish journeys along their glasses
Haiku or Gogyohka
Careless about the dress
Careless about any dress
Listening to my inner voice
Within me fractal world
Pledging for my sweet insanity
To sparkle and be
Foolishly divine
(CHEERS! Salutations to Zorba the Greek ...
Dance & Spread Heart Laughter)
Leaving ...
Packing experiences to age
In one eyelash flutter
In one windy flutter
So much clutter
How much time has elapsed
How much pain has elapsed
Appetite for blank
Excitement of first word
First word, first visit upon landing
The pine cemetery
Green on blue blur
Blur rejoining my wings
Authentic integrity in my grip
Foolishly nomad and the wind
Nomad or pinkish bedouin
Characteristics of a black bourgeoise
To arrive soon
Arriving back ...
To unpack reflections
Dust shifting
Dust shifting
Sunny skinny dip in
Bret Mars champagne glass
Foolish journeys along their glasses
Haiku or Gogyohka
Careless about the dress
Careless about any dress
Listening to my inner voice
Within me fractal world
Pledging for my sweet insanity
To sparkle and be
Foolishly divine
(CHEERS! Salutations to Zorba the Greek ...
Dance & Spread Heart Laughter)
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