Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Following the water...

Following the water flow
brings us to the Mars of things...
taste it, sip it through the straw,
red zest, blue hope...

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Friday, September 25, 2015

Shining thoughts

My thoughts - dancing, prancing horses to whip up the poem;even dirty obstacles become luxury of inspiration, rolling on railings through the open windows of subdued apartment, where the primadonna at the balcony singing in the golden voice, breaking glass bricks of misunderstanding…
         Prepare the horses
      ahead of the winter
      to hear “Jingle bells”

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Orbs of Light

pinterest ~ New Orleans Artist Lou Jordan

Before the mother’s womb
floating, drifting, in bubble
an orb of light

Longing, voted 
for the project “Earth life”
to feel the density

Choosing the family
a new skill to learn,
society curve

Stand tall on the two
holding the will

Glistering others
surround with love vibes
the sacred message

Don’t let be sedated
yet pathetically righteous
remember orb’s light.

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif

Super moon


Super moon
Starry family reunion
Conception night

Saturday, September 19, 2015



This yearning…
to feel something else,
something other,
than what we are
made of
for life time
at Earth.

to changes,
a new excrement of
to death…

from pain,
and knowing
all others
about dysfunction
dwelled on...

The breakage,
the blockages
in the cells,
the mask,
the failure
to reach
for help…

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Sunday, September 13, 2015



Before the visit to a haunted house

They’re not Casper like; if you see a transparent face – 
follow the body contour to find the feet, mostly not touching 
the ground…
And fear not as they grow taller to empress you more…

Prisoners of self believe they stuck in the loop – you might hear repeatedly the last cue before death…

An advice to move to the light they reject in hope that god won’t find them, and who is in charge anyway, - they feel safe here…
Ghosts don’t like the change…

Take the camera with flash
to meet lost souls in disguise
feeding frenzy

Monday, September 7, 2015

All alive

Google image

…the invisible dragons flew so close- I could feel the burning breath on my neck. Mountain water filled the wooden cup in a shaman hands…  

Drumming in 7 bit pattern penetrated into the heart, the magic chant took the soul to the journey – a path of Earth. The rattle rumbles, calling Spirits of East, South, West and North, up above, middle, down below; riffling through the levels…

To find the fragments,
soul possessions quest-
to restore  the balance.

Read more at: Haibun Monday  at d'Verse