tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53200662403264381902024-02-19T17:57:27.993+02:00The Horse and the Moonhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-56209916590897374532012-11-20T22:05:00.001+02:002012-11-22T12:17:47.720+02:00 refreshments
Joy is,
while you struggle for a project,
to have a good company work with.
.
Horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369117019429390802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-56903724938907608812012-11-16T17:36:00.001+02:002012-11-16T17:49:49.126+02:00Cricket's wisdom
A Gemini Cricket reminded me those words the other day.
Life is a shit nowadays here
and the only thing I can hold onto
is those extreme dreams.
:)
Horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01369117019429390802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-45553951760211169192012-11-11T16:49:00.002+02:002012-11-11T16:49:08.768+02:00Foreword
What should be the proper foreword of this Decision
-a narrative of negotiations- on moving forward
by compromising.
3WW :This week's words:Compromise; Decision; Forward.
horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-73169429859187915062012-11-01T22:41:00.000+02:002012-11-22T12:18:27.060+02:00sallow reflections
image
Among all pictures
into the memories box
you pick the sallow one
to illustrate those days
of false impressions.
.........................
3WW : false, illustrate, sallowhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-61866370275632006702012-03-20T14:57:00.002+02:002012-03-20T15:11:52.722+02:00Baffled
Baffledbetween being elegantas you wishand negating me
Baffledhow my negationsseem elegant to youwhilein theorywe find grace in the reverse
Baffled...just baffled
.
3WW : baffle , elegant, negate horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-42883194988701111162012-02-01T12:43:00.001+02:002012-02-03T22:55:45.340+02:00witness from afar
pretending detachedamong trivial distractionseerie visions surgedaffirmed by jolty newsof his departure
.
.
3WW : detach, jolt, surgehorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-89292144828731529822011-05-02T06:08:00.000+03:002011-05-02T06:08:30.065+03:00fool or foolish ?
foolish returnsto a past relish
love shows no mercy.
watch you steps!where are you heading?
fooling around or fool again ?
3WW prompt : foolish, mercy, relishhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-31340931673207271222011-04-13T19:05:00.001+03:002011-04-13T19:10:30.746+03:00shipwreck
a tragic evident illusion no wordsno thoughtsno feelings
3WW prompt : evident, illusion, tragic.horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-35529403355057038142011-04-12T22:48:00.001+03:002011-04-12T22:51:42.872+03:00your blue sweaterits cold outside
cold inside too.
Your blue sweater
keeps me warm.
I keep it in my closet
and you in my heart.
I felt in love with someone else
I known you would be glad
but he left suddenly
and me, here, sad.
its cold outside
inside too
wearing your blue sweater
listening to his blues tunes
to keep me warm
those blues-days.horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-18483926393067698662011-04-07T17:58:00.001+03:002011-04-07T17:59:30.208+03:00oddpeculiar attraction
my first feeling
when I met you
Diamond,
my first image of you
before I saw your photo
a piece of fabric
I thought we were waving.
a sail
for a boat to surf the waves.
your warps my wefts
your wefts my warps
Intertwined
and suddenly
an adamant "No"
3WW : adamant, fabricate, peculiarhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-33448540612275320182011-04-05T15:22:00.001+03:002011-04-05T15:25:03.532+03:00two
Τι άλλαξε; Τι χάλασε;Λες και πάνω στο διάφανο φωςμελάνι στάλαξε.Πού χάνεσαι; Πού τρέχει το βλέμμα;Ποια αλήθεια μου κρύβει ο καπνόςή μήπως κρύβει ψέμα;Θα κοιτώ στα μάτια σουθα ρωτάω μέχρι να μου πειςθα χτυπώ στα βράχια σουως το τέλος της σιωπής.Κόψε και μοίρασε στα δύοπάντα η αγάπη θέλει δύο,δυο να γελούν στο ίδιο αστείοδυο να ζεσταίνουνε το κρύοδυο να μοιράζονται αμαρτία και θεό.Κόψε και horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-59129201777510866672011-04-05T14:48:00.001+03:002011-04-05T14:50:26.808+03:00hushimage source
Hush, don't speak !
I wish I have told you
that critical moment
before the loud, persuasive words
of how much I don't care
and you don't care too
absorbed us.
Hush, don't speak!
I wish you have told me
before that silly game
was about to start.
Neither of us said that
we choose to make noise
and word by word
a wall appeared between us.
Hush, don't speakhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-45064002957453544532011-02-18T22:17:00.001+02:002011-02-18T22:20:45.603+02:00red stainsphoto from here
the dam burst
fierce waterfloods everything
she has to break awaybefore gets crushed
red waters...she already bleeding
One sip of winethe broken pieces are now in her bag
one last sipbefore she parts
she looks backthere is nothing leftappart a red stain on the white tableclothsas a reminderof that daythe dam broke
*******contribution for the Theme horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-67157738407112212602011-02-16T18:30:00.005+02:002011-02-17T14:55:35.556+02:00what now?was just a blinkor i was sleeping for a long time?
What title I should giveto that occasion?
Staring at your photo, you still look kindjust those burning arrows with your name on themdon't make sense
was just a blinkor i was sleeping for a long time?
"what now?" the neon sign blinks and asksand with blinking eyesI try to see if there are any other wordsbetween the "what" and "nowhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-37019688073068629152011-02-13T21:09:00.000+02:002011-02-13T21:09:55.044+02:00My heart is not glad
56.4.
The wanderer rests in a shelter.
He obtains his property and an ax.
My heart is not glad.
This describes a wanderer who knows how to limit his desires outwardly,
though he is inwardly strong and aspiring. Therefore he finds at least a place
of shelter in which he can stay. He also succeeds in acquiring property, but
even with this he is not secure. He must be always on guard, ready to horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-30421595158221798422011-02-09T12:47:00.004+02:002011-02-09T13:27:52.865+02:00I dare youif you darecrack the iced layer shutting in your heartif you darebrake the mirrored windowconcealing the viewif you darego beyond the practical hardshipslike a tough shell cutting your waysmash it if you dareand dive into the corewhere the essence laysif I dare to ask, "dare you?"a pearl is not a promise.I dare you to ask, dare I?to crack the iceto break the mirrorto see what's beneath ask, horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-39535841929880041632011-02-03T02:57:00.000+02:002011-02-03T02:59:59.879+02:00isles3WWabrasive, handful, losswalks the passagewayto the abrasive's isleto reach a sandpaperfor rubbing off the unof an un-handful losshorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-28918607921690771092011-01-31T16:14:00.006+02:002011-01-31T17:18:21.732+02:00unhealthy 3WW words for this week conniption; noun: a bad tantrum. One has a conniption or conniption fit.janky; adjective: broken or functioning poorly or improperly; messed up.scooch; verb: to move over, or to scoot. *****************************************************You serve homemade mealsto nourish me wellseasoned with expectationson that janky tray.I am sending it back to youwith a note of horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-76331434484730213622011-01-31T16:00:00.007+02:002011-01-31T17:07:07.499+02:00relatinghorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-49395828996765220042011-01-25T15:23:00.002+02:002011-01-25T15:28:42.302+02:00blue cells she got the blueshorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-27434712033059892962011-01-22T17:11:00.007+02:002011-01-22T18:04:42.989+02:00benchedSitting on the benchacross the closed gateat the other side of the shoreYou are working on new designs. perhapsa new bridge or a castle Lights and your shadowbehind the informant curtains cross the dragon guardsthe gatethe water. Sitting on the benchtalking to the skyasks to keep you companywhile you are workingon your new designs....heretherethereherehorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-17989749639200508312011-01-19T11:38:00.005+02:002011-01-19T12:56:57.372+02:00surrealVladimir Kush 3WW descent, kill, surreal.........................Descents to the great water kills the reason's guard dogsbathe her being into vastness....Ascents with a paintingart critics say "surreal"she says " remedy "...horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-43628747118501962312011-01-07T21:20:00.003+02:002011-01-07T21:27:59.961+02:00no poetry.. dark corridors. your steps and steps not yours brake the silence of the castles lambyrinth. somewhere there is a door with a ladder to the moon. its silver light an imaginary bacon cracks the darkeness. its flame keep you warm. seeking the doorway....the ladder....the moon...no music creates no poetry.......................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-40105444643073442402011-01-01T16:48:00.000+02:002011-01-02T16:53:06.171+02:00new year's eveshe was with him at the atticwhen he called her from the living roomsome times, wishes come truesmall or not smallalways makes you smileHappy New Year to all of you !!!.............................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-92021625036420653642010-12-22T13:56:00.004+02:002010-12-22T14:19:43.992+02:00happy"Feeling happy and so full inside", said to a friend yesterday. And now you would expect to hear what makes me happy. well, for not particular reasons, or for a huge thing, you choose.I draw an Osho's card yesterday and got the following. 39. PossibilitiesMind can accept any boundary anywhere. But the reality is that, by its very nature, existence cannot have any boundary, because what will be horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3