Live Forever

“We will live forever in that part of us that we have given to others.” – Salvador Allende

©️ Adolfo Valente

“I loved the unattainable”

“I loved the unattainable …In all my nostalgia ” ~ Nazim Hikmet

Emotions

The human emotions are born from the same abyssal waters, even if on the surface they sometimes appear with wild horses, sometimes with slight ripples.

©️ Tom Bombadil

Provoculos

-excerpt from Assault by Charles Bukowski-

Pain walks through the shadows of this room.
I can feel it in my arms,
I can hear it rattling in my cheap air cooler.

I remember things and get up and walk about.
I can’t stop walking
from one edge of the room to the other.

I was once a man content to be alone.
now I have been broken open,
everything has edges.

they have me – crazed and trapped.

they brought me out of myself.
they are working on me.
the onslaught is furious and relentless
and without sound.

the rivers spill over the dikes.
the sun smells like burnt cheese.
ten thousand faces on the boulevards.
I live with creatures whose existence
has nothing to do with mine.

I keep walking about this room.
I can hardly breathe.

I have given my pain a name.

“Assault”

Ph. Anton Belovodchenko

L’Amore s’Impara

– So what are we going to do?
-The love.
-Really?
-Yes.
– Perfect, then I undress.
-And why do you take off your clothes?
-To make love.
-And who told you that you have to undress to make love?
-That I know, it does so.
-No, that is not love, that is possession.
– I don’t understand, and how is it done?
-Leave your clothes on and talk until you get tired, until you try to decipher us, until you know everything by heart, until you discover our deepest secrets, until you only melt away looking at us, until these eyes get tired and force me to to sleep.
-And will you try to keep them still open?
– Yeah, just to see you.

Charles Bukowski

“Love, it is learned”

The ribellion in solitiude by Martina Failla

The Rebellion

My soul has started a rebellion
Against all the things I know
Because I laid eyes on you
My heart was dormant for ages
Now every fiber in my body
Rages inside until I lose myself
And decide to never live without you

#love #life #eternity #soulmates#rebellion

Mirror by Dark Moon

Mirror di Dark Moon https://thedragonflysflight.blogspot.com/2019/01/blog-post_57.html

The words, his craft of silence
Burrow, of despair’s unlaundry,
Of an empty room without
Any charge at all.

The words, against the words.
But that he sees not.
The words against the self.
He sees not.

Blinded by narcissism, by that mirror.

Kamilla Hanapova

photography and idea KAMILLA HANAPOVA
model VETA PERESEDOVA
muah MARGARITA ART https://thedragonflysflight.blogspot.com/2019/01/blog-post.html

Pavel Kiselev

Pavel Kiselev https://thedragonflysflight.blogspot.com/2019/01/pavel-kiselev.html

~ YOUR POETRY MATTERS ~

Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.

-by Mercurychyld
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