"Knowledge is when you learn something new every day, wisdom is when you let something go every day" Emerson(?)
("Letting go of hate, fear, and resentment. Wisdom is not a physical knowledge but rather a spiritual one. I would say knowing how to deal with people, understanding them, and being non-judgemental if possible is a step to wisdom. Letting go releases all hurt, so that peacefulness and wholeness can enter a cleared and calm mind." KBlue)
samedi 18 juin 2011
vendredi 17 juin 2011
not a funny guy
slow to expose a thought
monotonous lives
low at a human level
but too personal
scarce in arrangements
sober in the posture
empty and enclosed
faded attitude
united as melancholy
watching trains without taking it
grey walls, grey sky
inside cries...
and repressed joys
laconic moves
to languid voices
trading or against
shy and sincere
rigid and bold
morbidly righteous
a waste in honnor
abruptly calm
inner tempest
like an Ozu movie
i like, i feel
jeudi 16 juin 2011
untainted cult (unprovoked scene)
It happened in a rolling car,
her thighs were weighting on mine and we were almost lying backward,
entangled in a ninety degrees angle,
we were talking openly, trustfully,
like if we were friends for a long time before,
the day was cheerful and lukewarm,
she was wearing a top who made like a tight scarf on her chest,
flatening her breasts to small domes,
or hills,
or sand dunes,
i could guess the curvy and smooth skin behind that outline,
and i was watching frankly at the pointy buds on top of those hills,
naturally and following a silenced plea
i laid my forearms across,
creating a vice, a canyon to encompass the bulges,
slowly pressing and caressing only with my muscles,
she's not complaining,
she throws glances at what i'm doing, she watches me directly,
and we continue to talk, calmly, in that same strange position,
we accept each other,
i stiffened my palm as a gentle flesh leaf,
gathered my fingers like piano keys,
and as if i wanted to heal her body with my corporeal warmth,
i swung my hand over her breasts, her skin, changing the temperature,
close, so close that the crenellations were rubbing the tips,
drawing shivers all along the body that i could feel through her legs laid on mine, through the twitch of her own hand resting on my belly.
I'm only capable of imagining giving pleasure, as if all i wanted was giving pleasure only, to the detriment to receiving it, maybe because i don't know what it is to be desired, whereas i can picture myself completely focused on the other's pleasure, on the adoration of his body.
-----------------------------------------------------------
her thighs were weighting on mine and we were almost lying backward,
entangled in a ninety degrees angle,
we were talking openly, trustfully,
like if we were friends for a long time before,
the day was cheerful and lukewarm,
she was wearing a top who made like a tight scarf on her chest,
flatening her breasts to small domes,
or hills,
or sand dunes,
i could guess the curvy and smooth skin behind that outline,
and i was watching frankly at the pointy buds on top of those hills,
naturally and following a silenced plea
i laid my forearms across,
creating a vice, a canyon to encompass the bulges,
slowly pressing and caressing only with my muscles,
she's not complaining,
she throws glances at what i'm doing, she watches me directly,
and we continue to talk, calmly, in that same strange position,
we accept each other,
i stiffened my palm as a gentle flesh leaf,
gathered my fingers like piano keys,
and as if i wanted to heal her body with my corporeal warmth,
i swung my hand over her breasts, her skin, changing the temperature,
close, so close that the crenellations were rubbing the tips,
drawing shivers all along the body that i could feel through her legs laid on mine, through the twitch of her own hand resting on my belly.
I'm only capable of imagining giving pleasure, as if all i wanted was giving pleasure only, to the detriment to receiving it, maybe because i don't know what it is to be desired, whereas i can picture myself completely focused on the other's pleasure, on the adoration of his body.
-----------------------------------------------------------
mardi 14 juin 2011
because it's there, (true but irrational)
After i sat outside on the terrace, all panting, with pearls of sweat rolling down my temples, my hair curled by the wind, and feeling my blood pumping hard in my veins, warming my sore feet, he offered me a fresh can of coke to drink properly in a glass.
Between sips i talked the subject of my coming, quickly the words fell out my rosy lips on my blushing face, like i'm reading a paper without breathing, i pondered it all along the way, after the effort i put to get there, the two buses i took, the last one abandonning me far from my goal to my disaray, i had to walk, i rather ran as the thoughts were begining to overflow my head and i had to speak my torture.
I called twice at the start, i imposed, i said "i need".
At first rushing then watching up to the covered sky, i let myself calmed by the peacefullness of that honest neighborhood i was crossing, along a park of prolific grass then the maze of modest and carefully trimmed houses, full of entertainement devices.
Now i'm sitting in the back garden of one of them, on a white plastic chair, close to a pool i pleasantly swam in once, the light ochred tiles under my feet, the bright grainy walls, even the little wooden shack in a corner, all that setting appeased me, the only sound is the chirp of passing sparrows, and me speaking profusely, lashing my heart out, i felt heard and i say "thanks", that's what i needed, patch the wounds for some time, and it feels safe to share that trust when my dreams break down.
Between sips i talked the subject of my coming, quickly the words fell out my rosy lips on my blushing face, like i'm reading a paper without breathing, i pondered it all along the way, after the effort i put to get there, the two buses i took, the last one abandonning me far from my goal to my disaray, i had to walk, i rather ran as the thoughts were begining to overflow my head and i had to speak my torture.
I called twice at the start, i imposed, i said "i need".
At first rushing then watching up to the covered sky, i let myself calmed by the peacefullness of that honest neighborhood i was crossing, along a park of prolific grass then the maze of modest and carefully trimmed houses, full of entertainement devices.
Now i'm sitting in the back garden of one of them, on a white plastic chair, close to a pool i pleasantly swam in once, the light ochred tiles under my feet, the bright grainy walls, even the little wooden shack in a corner, all that setting appeased me, the only sound is the chirp of passing sparrows, and me speaking profusely, lashing my heart out, i felt heard and i say "thanks", that's what i needed, patch the wounds for some time, and it feels safe to share that trust when my dreams break down.
dimanche 12 juin 2011
Any body can excite us, if we want to be excited, that's not what makes love or any feeling we can have toward someone, the real attachment comes with the bond and well being felt through the discovery of a personal reasoning, and all that makes the inner world of an individual, the feeling we are heard, respected and that we can be our true selves, watching a naked body, playing with it is only primal desire, it's impulsive and doesn't last once the act is satisfied, but that ability to love in any of us must find a receptacle in which it ripens, grows and evolves then comes back to us, and so then when we touch someone we know that deep, it's his complete being we see and feel.
Love can't be forced, it's accepted or rejected but can never be extinguished.
Love can't be forced, it's accepted or rejected but can never be extinguished.
lundi 6 juin 2011
I'm in love (dream)
It's a zigaging suburb road, and i'm walking down that section, that is a common residential neighborhood, flat houses in pastel colors and neat gardens, perfectly pruned trees regularly planted along the sidewalk.
I'm following the turn down that slope, going nowhere on the left edge, i watch straight when my eyes meet hers, she was riding a fragile bicycle coming from the opposite side of the road, i recognize her, my heart jumps, and i notice she suddenly smiles at my sight, her visage lightens up, she stops on the curb and engages me to cross the street, i start to feel flutters in my belly, i'm so happy she recognized me too, that i greet her the french style, with a kiss on both cheeks. She's dressed in a lightly striped buttoned shirt with no sleeves and a faded brown skirt reaching under her knees, all in her seem bright and smooth to me, secretly i begin to aspire to be enbodied in that softness, i imagine myself going with her to wherever she was heading, walking side by side, so close that our dangling arms will touch, our hands gently bump.
We are both smiling and talking, i feel joyous, i move with happy feet, fleeting, there's such a potent complicity between us, like if we knew each other from the start of our lives, we are commenting everything and describing the important events for us, we are teasing, touching swiftly, impulsively, while laughing together at the thoughts we share, it's almost, is it flirting, it's the begining.
Feeling that momentum we put ourselves back to back, and grab each other hands, pressing tight, i feel her bones through our thin clothes, and the sweet cushion of her bum on the high up of my thighs, shivers all along my spine, i believe her electricity is conveyed to my body and inversely, i trust we both treasure that moment so much, we are still talking and giggling. Like playing an enticing game we hide, holding in that clumsy hug, behind a bus stop board, as if we were doing something indecent, and feeling excited that the people waiting could see us.
I'm following the turn down that slope, going nowhere on the left edge, i watch straight when my eyes meet hers, she was riding a fragile bicycle coming from the opposite side of the road, i recognize her, my heart jumps, and i notice she suddenly smiles at my sight, her visage lightens up, she stops on the curb and engages me to cross the street, i start to feel flutters in my belly, i'm so happy she recognized me too, that i greet her the french style, with a kiss on both cheeks. She's dressed in a lightly striped buttoned shirt with no sleeves and a faded brown skirt reaching under her knees, all in her seem bright and smooth to me, secretly i begin to aspire to be enbodied in that softness, i imagine myself going with her to wherever she was heading, walking side by side, so close that our dangling arms will touch, our hands gently bump.
We are both smiling and talking, i feel joyous, i move with happy feet, fleeting, there's such a potent complicity between us, like if we knew each other from the start of our lives, we are commenting everything and describing the important events for us, we are teasing, touching swiftly, impulsively, while laughing together at the thoughts we share, it's almost, is it flirting, it's the begining.
Feeling that momentum we put ourselves back to back, and grab each other hands, pressing tight, i feel her bones through our thin clothes, and the sweet cushion of her bum on the high up of my thighs, shivers all along my spine, i believe her electricity is conveyed to my body and inversely, i trust we both treasure that moment so much, we are still talking and giggling. Like playing an enticing game we hide, holding in that clumsy hug, behind a bus stop board, as if we were doing something indecent, and feeling excited that the people waiting could see us.
Inscription à :
Articles (Atom)