Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

“It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.” – Sarah Teasdale

bEIRUT sunDAY smile album cover :D

I grow aware of various forms of man and of myself. I am form and I am formless, I am life and I am matter, mortal and immortal. I am one and many — myself and humanity in flux. I extend a multiple of ways in experience in space. I am myself now, lying on my back in the jungle grass, passing through the ether between satellites and stars. My aging body transmits an ageless life stream. Molecular and atomic replacement change life’s composition. Molecules take part in structure and in training, countless trillions of them. After my death, the molecules of my being will return to the earth and sky. They came from the stars. I am of the stars.

We should remember how it was to not have a care in the world about how our creations look and LET GO!
Have you ever wanted to know, what a room would look like if we let several kids run rampid with colored stickered dots?
Yea, me either until now….
(captions following these photos are crdited to
Instead of cleaning up after they crayon the walls, why not see what happens if you hand the kids a few thousand colorful dots and let things evolve from there?
That is precisely what artist Yayoi Kusama did at the Queensland Gallery of Modern Art – after he turned every last furnishing, fixture, wall and ceiling space in this faux living room into stark-white canvas to really let the subsequent work shine forth.

Incoming children were handed stickers and told to put them wherever they wanted – what unfolded is (surprisingly) almost more controlled than chaotic … at least up to a point. (Images by Mark Sherwood & Stuart Addelsee).

Little Dragon – Forever (Live Phaser 2007) – YouTube.


Walking through the sadness of time waiting to see you
Walking through mind and scratching away at the negative mind mental notes
in hope to overcast the madness
and remember the gladness
i seen your eyes when you were here
thats where it is
thats where it lies
in the treasure between our eyes
no more wondering why my pen dies and lies on vacant canvas without soul
to write another echoing lullaby to remind my mind to sleep and dream of the inevitablilty of us dwelling within another
our hearts city

Without Love,Nothing is Forever....

Nothing is forever
as they say
But if you wanna know what i think
Nothing is forever except for change
…And true love will always remain
the kind that is beyond, visually speaking.
Although it can dwell between
you and me
and be wielded freely
to bring unity
slightly or completely…
Forever is Nothing Without Love