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Saturday, 9 June 2012

...KEEP DREAMING...


http://www.cuded.com/2012/05/wonderful-photography-by-joel-robison/

What 's the meaning of dreams and fiddlesticks! 
What 's the use of caramelized realities! 
Live! 
Do you bear to live? 
Do you have the courage to live? 
Being able to look the present  outside the box  and continue? 
To be taunted by your own children, to feel guilty and continue? 
To do not panic of death, nor to flirt with death and just keep going? 
To feel that "everything flows", that "nothing remains",
 that "you know nothing" and "no one have really known you" and keep whistling indifferently ? 
To say "I have loved" through your heart, without waiting to be loved in return? 
Welcoming it to happen, whenever it comes without protest, as often it happens, 
familiar with the possibility of its end and of pain? 
That exactly means to be a human, to "see upper" because you have to climb uphill or
when fallen down, arrogantly to get up and to keep going ... 
Beat that now,  if you can!

TALKING TO MYSELF

YOUR MATE


http://justunderthesurface.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/lempicka_green_dress.png

She feels lost
Lost! 
You are suffering
You hurt
Your body is eaten away
She was worshiping this body
How to react?
What to do?
How to intervene?
They say love heals
But you were loved! 
So much loved indeed...
Weakness
Fait accompli
Her sorrow is worthless logically
You...
You are experiencing the tragedy
It's your pain
Doubled in her heart
Insidiously eroding her 
Hidden destroying  her
You are in tyranny!
She is twice
by the blight coming 
from your body
which once was saving her
as you were saved by hers
Contagious loss
Born alone
as everyone...
Deserted now
a soul's blackout!
Slaughtered
bleeding her soul
Thinking selfishly
your suffering worn in her body

Sinking
Neither you can save her 
The fatal blow 
You refused to reach her hand
Love needs a common path
You think you protect her 
She felt just excluded
in suffocation
Begging for mercy
Distorted by your loss
Annihilated in the range 
of your possible death
It's hell
stepped by fear and ignorance


Let her come close
to see
to realize  
Withdrawn back in your  shell
licking your wounds
gathering forces
in contemplation: 
Who could say you were wrong? 
But for her
this distance is murdering 


See
she can live only close to you 
You still exist
her only solace 
Her world was underpinned 
by your common dream  only

Η ΣΥΝΤΡΟΦΟΣ

  John William Waterhouse, HELPLESS MOMENT
Χάνεται.
Χάνεται, όταν σκέφτεται, 
πόσο υποφέρεις. Πόσο πονάς.
H αρρώστια κατατρώει
το κορμί σου, που λάτρεψε.
Πώς ν' αντιδράσει;
Τι να κάνει;
Πώς να επέμβει;
Λένε η αγάπη θεραπεύει.
Μα αγαπηθήκατε! Ως που δεν παίρνει...
Αδυναμία μπροστά στο τετελεσμένο.
Η θλίψη της λογικά δε μετρά καν,
εσύ βιώνεις την τραγωδία.
Το άλγος σου, ωστόσο, την πονά διπλά, 
τη διαβρώνει ύπουλα,την παρασύρει υποχθόνια.
Τυραννιέσαι! Κι αυτή διπλά
με το σαράκι απ' το δικό σου κορμί.
Που κάποτε μπορούσε και λύτρωνε,
καθώς εσύ λύτρωνες το δικό της.
Μεταδοτικός ο χαμός.
Γεννήθηκε μόνη, όπως όλοι...
Πλέον η ερημιά, σκοτοδίνη!
Σφάζεται, ματοκυλιέται η ψυχή της,
να σκέφτεται εγωιστικά
το δικό σου μαρτύριο, στο δικό της κορμί.
Βυθίζεται, ούτε εσύ μπορείς να τη σώσεις.
Θανατηφόρο το χτύπημα.
Όταν αρνήθηκες το χέρι, που σου έτεινε.
Όταν δεν ένιωσες πως η αγάπη χρειάζεται κοινή πορεία.
Δεν την προφύλαξες, την απέκλεισες, της κέρασες ασφυξία.
Εκλιπαρούσε για έλεος.
Αλλοιώθηκε απ' τη δική σου απώλεια.
Εξαϋλώνεται στο φάσμα του δικού σου θανάτου.
Κόλαση κάτω απ' το πέλμα του φόβου και της άγνοιας.
Δεν την άφησες να πλησιάσει, να δει, να συνειδητοποιήσει.
Αποτραβήχτηκες στο καβούκι σου, γλείφοντας πληγές, μαζεύοντας δυνάμεις, σε περισυλλογή.
Ποιος θα τολμούσε ποτέ να σου αποδώσει ευθύνες;
Αλλά εκείνη, αυτή η παράλογη απόσταση τη σκοτώνει.
Δε ζει, μόνο κοντά σου μπορεί.
Για όσο υπάρχεις,την παρηγορείς.
Υποστύλωνε τον κόσμο της με το κοινό σας όνειρό μόνο.




Thursday, 7 June 2012

REGENERATION


http://www.vishanseenath.com/sringara.html

What shyness? Do not wonder. 
Everyone deserves to feel it at least once. 
To be undressed from his physical body, 
and put on the other, the lustful, the bright.
 It is usually possible only through a true love,  
caused by the winged Eros: 
The fairy is emerging within you, 
and  the body of him appears like 
of an ancient god for your eyes only, 
resurrected against the flow of time. 
You love it. 
Every detail. 
Each feature. 
Each of its defects. 
You  expect that  it will  complete your own... 
How fitting they are together ... 
Your bodies are now enchanted. 
Purified by the pleasure from any wrinkle, 
mutated, they seem ethereal. 
His own, your precious loot and 
yours, his coveted brand new toy ...

PLASTIC SURGERY

Nice grin,

dude!


How


much


did


you


pay


to


be fixed?





 http://picturetheme.blogspot.gr/2011/04/ridiculous-male-plastic-surgery-fails.html


ENLIGHTENMENT

http://www.flickr.com/photos/latyrx/4012312091/

Bright stars
sparkle
in 
night
skies
as
hopes
shine
dark minds...

FEMALES


FEMALES I
FEMALES II
FEMALES III
You doll,
do
not
look
smart!
Be
Just
Work
Of art!
Get rid
of
that
chick,
male
bird!
No
eggs
of gold…
Big tits
Are
More
Worth
Than
Big
Deeds.
Sure!
Watch, girl!

POLITICS

POLITICS I
POLITICS II
POLITICS III
Dear Lord!
Please,
do
not
let
fools
rule
as
sage monks
No need
to
be
right.
World
is
led
by
null mind.
To be
boss
needs
no
skills
or
force.
Be
cruel wolf!
http://www.backwoodshome.com/blogs/OliverDelSignore/2012/04/01/truth-in-toons-politics-edition/

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

APART (9/11)


DEADEND
COMPLAINT
SELFCENTERED
TOO EMOTIONAL
Curse on
you!
You
step
on
me
as
I
am trash!

Do You
feel
neat
now,
once
you
hurt
Me
so bad?
What kind
of
girl
are
you?
Just
care
for
your sake!
I am
so
hurt,
see?
I
feel
half
dead…
Oh Gosh…!

FOUR MORE III (9/11)


HISTORY
ACHE
SORROW
LOVE
The arc
life
draws,
same
start
to
same
end:
Born-Dead
What is
the
need
of
pain?
It
seems
both:
Warn-Learn
I need
to
weep
each
time
I
loose
a
life battle…
Wake up!
Love
Earth!
Love
beings!
Love
self!
Love
brings wealth!

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

THREE MORE III (9/11)


JOY
GLANCE
LOVER
Kiss me!
Your
lips
are
more
than
red
wine.
I  fly!

Do you
think
I
dare
to
see
your
face?
It glows!
I am
not
yours
I
just
lend
my
soul
for free!

FOUR MORE II (9/11)


http://www.zazzle.com/lust+art



TEMPTATION
LONELINESS
IRONY 
DESIRE
Hi babe, 
do 
not 
you 
wish 
once
a
more… 
hot bite?
What the 
heck 
it 
should 
be 
there 
a 
soul 
near me!
There are 
so 
much 
slaves 
for 
so 
few 
lords 
in deed...
I long 
for 
your 
urge,
nude, 
lying 
on 
my 
crimped sheets...

FOUR MORE (9/11)



SACRILEGE
MOTIVATION
CURSING
INVOCATION
What could
be
worse
than
to
hurt
the 
good?
Big shame!
The rest
of 
us,
do
not
stay
idle.
Hey,
stand up!
I hate
men
who
use
nice
souls.
They
are
just beasts!
You are
my 
whole
life.
Cut
the 
chain!
Please,
free me!

Monday, 4 June 2012

THREE MORE II (9/11)


 Yulia Brodskaya’s mind-blowing “Babushka” http://www.odditycentral.com/tag/quilling

ODDITY
ADOLESCENCE
MY KIDS
Who then
could
make 
me
cry
more
than
you?
Odd love...
Be fair!
Do
not
keep
me
in
a
pot
Trees grow!
You are
four
fruits,
four
suns,
four
live
aims
to me!