aNewFlow

in the city

2009-07-20T20:52:00.002+01:00

Awakened desire, fire kindled
Want to share this kindred spirit
In shop windows and rearview mirrors
Just, on display

Relax and take your shoes off
Unbutton your shirt
Stop that trembling aura I feel,
There is a soft wind coming
On your chest rising to the open window

There are whispers of delight
Sexual music and healing language
Of bodies in conversation
Of bathroom condensation

Lovers dancing in the night

2008-04-01T21:05:00.001Z

I do not speak or make acclaim

Silent, watchful, alone

Laughing yes, smiling yes, water moving yes.

Slowly eroding stone

I do shine forth

Silent, watchful, alone

Submerged in the depths

Darkness is here and not a ripple

Underwater and close to the earth

Resting like a newt, waiting, living

Safe in the shadows

Of the Plant life

I do not project, only introspect

Silent, watchful, alone

Wise with friendly eyes

Without attachment ready to flow past you

And away

Transparent as to leave you with no questions

And pure

2007-10-14T22:04:00.000Z

2007-10-13T22:01:00.000Z

Hold out and wait for distance to fall short, and you move with time instead of letting it pull you. Wash yourself clean with the salt of the sea, dance with the graceful melody of the wind and let the salt linger on your lips as you wash it away with your tongue. Drown yourself in the sun and warm your naked body in the sand. When the night falls embelish yourself in the moon light, letting the white glow bounce off the purity of your skin. Remember nothing as you lay and stare at the stars that peer back at you like a million cats eyes residing in the heavens. Go away, let your soul fall captive to the mystical song of silence. Feel yourself be seduced by the natural rise and fall of the tide. While destinies child takes you by the hand and leads you into fates ocean let yourself be tossed and turned by the freedom waves. Float by the shores of chance and bounce off the rocks of doubt, never feeling the pain. And in the moons celestrial light, let your body become energy that floats in the wind. You can see the world from the inside out, let yourself be soothed by the numbing chills of the night and be illuminated by life.

by Mad HaTTeR (bluelighter)

2007-10-09T15:50:00.000Z

On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes

- Song to the siren

2007-09-11T11:52:00.001Z

2007-08-19T14:59:00.000Z

2007-08-17T15:39:00.000Z

2007-08-02T13:37:00.000Z

2007-08-01T00:01:00.000Z

Into his life came a great force of change through strife. The voices, always the voices disparaging him at every turn. Telling him of failures of sadness gone, of memories buried deep. Once again this man child looked inwards stepping once more onto the familiar path of the warrior. But somehow it was different, his stone mask had cracked letting through the emotions that plague all life. The voices feeling confident in their resolve to punish, used this against him. Taking all that was good and perverting it. Changing his thoughts of love to hate. Making him reflect on the imaginary as if was so real as to force him into slavery. Knowing the secret name of pain he saw this as he used to, as a challenge. Something to overcome.

Source: The Warrior with the Stone Mask by LiquidPhil (bluelighter)

2007-07-16T19:06:00.002Z

2007-07-16T19:06:00.001Z

2007-07-16T19:06:00.000Z

This life is a changing room, a changing room with a curtain. This life is a distance I seek to overcome, a valley I must cross. Love is a mystery to me, it has no outcome, it has no time span, love is the rain that falls softly on my hard earth, it is like rain that fills the cracks but disappears, and it dries up within hours, I have been so thirsty. I have been looking upwards, waiting for the storm, waiting for the wet season, waiting for my own personal monsoon.

2007-07-07T22:55:00.000Z

sacred blue lotus

2007-06-21T19:27:00.000Z

2007-05-27T20:23:00.000Z

2007-05-27T20:19:00.004Z

2007-05-27T20:19:00.003Z

cosmic dust

2007-05-27T20:19:00.001Z

All the melodies the musicians gave me and the words of the writers that save me, I am in silence now. I am separated, but the world bears witness to the whole, I am also connected now. We are together in abstraction and this is living. I believe I have found something of every man and every woman; I have captured a piece of every soul like granules of cosmic dust falling in a cathedral. We are not running anymore, we are not traveling really, we are not going deeper underground, we are not exploring space, we are not defining being part of this human race, we are, we just simply are…

brow-of-calm

2007-05-27T20:19:00.000Z

2007-05-25T12:29:00.001Z

I don’t know what I am
I don’t know what I’m not

I can’t remember time,
I can’t remember space
I can’t remember rhyme

Forget me,
Forget what?
Forget me not

There is nothing to get
There is nothing got
There is nothing forgotten

When I am
I am not

2007-05-25T12:29:00.000Z

Good Morning, Mr. Magpie

2007-05-17T12:43:00.001Z

by Ensio Kataja

We have risen early, you and I
stepping in the wet grass of May
wandering under birches and firs
on this rainy day
that reminds me of September

We two have our secret language
as we converse in these early hours
exchanging thoughts on weather
on poetry and philosophy

Knowing that once the gods
walked this piece of land
sharing their thoughts and memories
in their own secret language
just like you and I

Yet we may nod knowingly
because we are sure
we will share their company again
during our walks
in rainy days like this

2007-05-13T16:56:00.000Z

2007-05-07T16:28:00.001Z

Poison Bay (for Alexandra)

2007-05-07T16:28:00.000Z

by The Frog (bluelighter)

WHAT a drag down thru marijuana days
Such a drag with so much
weight on my shoulders...
battered hands

1.
The age of her mantra has
ended enter new age
The Goddess of Love Fractals

Green-eyed silence in rainbow waves
of acid tsunami
A creature of predation
Woman who makes meals of men's soul's

--The Magic Lady of the forest
Sexual rage beating walls to dust
I WANT TO FUCK THE WORLD!
Like the plague of shit choking out
the last poet thru Hell('s) 7th ring

Dimension walls shattered and
a fusion is made thru
the growth of the sun substance Y

I am the barbaric angel
sent to the garden for further testing...

2.
In the arms of the woman of my dreams;
I have found happiness in her soft moist lips
and honest breast of Love
Skin of celestial being She
is the mad painter
who can't spell simple words

"I am fallen and wilt with your unreachable love..."

Which may yet be nurished and saved by the
clutch of the hands of a beautiful mind
Flowers and skulls in eyes so
seductive and slowly murdered
by many men many men over the years of poison bay

FRUSTRATION!

She is a Holy Target
SHE is NATURE!
SHE IS EVERYTHING!!!!

When night comes-
-Thats when the party really gets started.

3.
The world of Ghosts
Sour and desperate
Cold in sunlight
Hue of amber shade
------
I'm maybe the last true Romantic
--however just as confused as the rest

But I know when she cries so does the sky
Waifting out and down thru
the Elvin shadows of psychedelic poetry
and the incense aura of her perfect mind
too complex for an imperfect worldCOLLAPSE IS INEVITABLE

4.
She oozes craving...suffering following in tow
But the Fast Lane is faster--
if you know what I mean

This trainwreck of a poem leaving
bodies scattered everywhere

Peices of my heart here and there for
everyone
to see

She told me how they came tearing at her
with magnifying lenses....
and they are the ones who ruin everything!

I chain myself to ORION
in the peace of starry night
Under the hunter where we share our moments alone
--to let no one in but the other
some several hundred-- miles away

Under his belt where I smoked and drank Ayahausca on hot summer nights
the south of home and drugs
even the shower of DMT in purple rain drop night

Mighty stars of ORION shooting arrows at me from behind
the clouds of Heaven

NOW! NOW! NOW! I DODGE the strays and I know I am the hunted!

And she who is the perfect woman
shot at as well
at the same moment up in the NORTH
Where even the Babies sleep like
Babies...

5.
White paper acid man
White paper snow of July
White paper
INFANTRY OF INFANTS no more

Just PEACE!

All the rest just drip the sewers of Poison Bay

2007-05-02T18:39:00.000Z

2007-04-30T18:02:00.000Z

2007-04-24T15:11:00.001Z

magnifying and applying come I

2007-04-24T15:11:00.000Z

I heard what was said of the universe,

Hear it and heard it of several thousand years;

It is middling well as far as it goes but is that all?

Magnifying and applying come I,

Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters,

Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah,

Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson,

Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha,

In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved,

With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image,

Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more,

Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days,

(They bore mites as for unfledg'd birds who have now to rise and fly and sing for themselves,)

Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see,

Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house,

WALT WHITMAN - 'Song of Myself', v. 41

2007-04-19T10:41:00.001Z

2007-04-18T19:53:00.001Z

One fallen piece
of water
a mirror
balancing
these pulsing colours
of life.

You do
not see
the shattered
flowers,
nor the exits,
those who left.

Your eyes
follow
flamecentred
jewels
inside
and outside
of sight.

by Stu
a collection of thoughs

2007-04-18T19:53:00.000Z

2007-04-12T21:55:00.000Z

2007-04-12T09:44:00.001Z

Mid Way Open Are Knoll Lullabies For The Sun

2007-04-11T19:26:00.000Z

December 2003 Luang Prabang, Laos

Mid-Way open are
seeing corners of an entire shape.
At these eyes.
Light gets inside.

Look a round sun;
is anyone around?
Vital for fate.
A moment touched off.
Impractical to stay,
but I would not leave without these memories.

An intimate color;
you can not stop.
Ancient morning roundabout.

A glance A,
slice shimmers cloud;
is the sun.

Eons In A Moment By Shaun Jason Apple

2007-04-04T15:44:00.001Z

2007-04-04T15:44:00.000Z

2007-03-31T19:04:00.002Z

2007-03-31T19:04:00.001Z

miles of beach . . .
the sudden urge
to run

~ Connie Donleycott

2007-03-31T19:04:00.000Z

2007-03-26T12:20:00.000Z

Closed are the gates
From behind a window
You wait
Another world
Mirror image
In tiny streams of rain
You wait

Know the future
A dreamscape
Endless expanding
Anticipate
Projection of ecstasy
Through the walls spiraling
Theatre on lips, on eyes
On face

Ian Smith

2007-03-25T17:48:00.000Z

2007-03-25T13:26:00.001Z

2007-03-25T13:26:00.000Z

Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies;
Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Tennyson

2007-03-22T08:38:00.002Z

2007-03-22T08:38:00.001Z

2007-03-22T08:38:00.000Z

To Him That Was Crucified

2007-02-24T15:34:00.000Z

My spirit to yours dear brother,

Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you,

I do not sound your name, but I understand you,

I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and to salute those who are with you, before and since, and those to come also,

That we labor together transmitting the same charge and succession,

We few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times,

We, enclosers of all continents, all castes, allowers of all theologies,

Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,

We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the disputers nor any thing that is asserted,

We hear the bawling and din, we are reach'd at by divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side,

They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,

Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras,

Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of races, ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we are.

Walt Whitman

2007-02-21T16:44:00.000Z

O regal, velvet night
O' er jewelled with a myriad sparkling jems
Take now these fierce forebodings from my sight
And in thy domed infinite
Absorb my fears amidst thy diadems

Stilled now the mind for rest
Awake within the deeper consciousness
Lo! From they upturned Comet's nest
Falls one bright star at thy behest
The star of peace - illuminated quietness

L.Hines

2007-02-20T16:44:00.000Z

2007-02-17T13:01:00.000Z

In this realm of emerald light
Bizarre and brightly coloured fish
Around coral reefs glide and glimmer

Duality Designs

Lament Of The Rohirrim

2007-02-16T13:01:00.000Z

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the
horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright
hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red
fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall
corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a
wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the
hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead
wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the sea returning?

The Two Towers

dream

2007-02-14T13:01:00.000Z

I had a dream
And in that dream
I saw the world
For what it is
But never was

be the calm

2007-02-12T17:44:00.000Z

Be silent as you walk, be the calm. Drown in the vast sky that covers all things and sink into any drop of water. There are no thoughts in this part of the woods only wonder, there is nothing but tranquility here. You will feel delight just knowing that your eyes are open, a rebirth of all senses. The sounds of the earth will become the music you like to hear, the chords that vibrate inside of you. The scent of the everlasting is in the air, fill your lungs with vitality. In this silence you will cease to exist, receive this blessing.

2007-02-08T12:20:00.002Z

2007-02-08T12:20:00.000Z

There is a light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond us all, beyond the heavens, beyond the highest, the very highest heavens. This is the light that shines in our heart.

Chandogya Upanishad 3.13.7 (1)

2007-01-28T20:13:00.006Z

“When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.”

Kahlil Gibran

2007-01-28T20:13:00.005Z

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2007-01-14T17:58:00.000Z

Brow of Calm

2007-01-07T21:01:00.000Z

I am the garden in which you wander; I am the pool that reflects the moonlight and the nightingale that sings as you walk beneath the trees. I am the breeze that rustles your wings, reflecting distant moonbeams. Here you are in secret but for me, here you are in comfort, the stars gently fall like diamonds on silk in this place of dreams. I am the path unwinding where you set your feet, I am the tears that line your cheeks but I will never fall from you. I am uplifting, for you to spread your wings, we are the eternal living unfolding and the silent alone. I am the Brow of Calm.

2007-01-01T19:28:00.000Z

a single seagull soars aloft, the sky
her sanctuary
sole silhouette in Sol's ascent
through this kingdom light and airy
she wings on high winsome in youth
with a certain seabird flair
alternating arcs and angles over empty ocean air
strings of stratus circulating as she glides
above the sun
lend a slight tint to her feathers
in the space she shares with none
against the fullness of the nimbus
who with daybreak nestle soft
while cirrus streamers sweep low seaward
cumulus clouds so coil aloft

The age of exploration
ABRAXAS - A history of the world in verse

2006-12-24T16:10:00.001Z

dharma

2006-12-24T16:10:00.000Z

you can't understand
the depths of depravity
how we all tumble down
the pull of gravity
the fall of man
descent into fire
i can't hear a sound
bogged in the mire
ecstatic heights
bring depressive lows
balanced emotion
accidental prose
offset wrong from right
cycle escaped
personal devotion
consciousness shaped

by Negative (bluelighter)

new beach

2006-12-20T12:54:00.000Z

2006-12-17T20:25:00.000Z

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.

You're covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. die, and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running from silence.

The speechless full moon comes out now.

-Rumi

Path of Dreams

2006-12-16T14:39:00.000Z

Photo: ottok

2006-12-06T20:11:00.000Z

2006-12-06T19:36:00.000Z

"Of all the creatures of earth, only human beings can change their patterns. Man alone is the architect of his destiny. Human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives." - William James

2006-12-02T18:12:00.000Z

orbit

2006-11-29T20:28:00.000Z

Orbit 1

2006-11-18T20:03:00.000Z

2006-11-11T13:32:00.000Z

2006-11-08T17:08:00.000Z

For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for thyself art so improvident!
Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident;
For thou art possesed with murd'rous hate,
That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate,
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind!
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
Be as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove.
Make thee another love for me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

Shakespeare - sonnet 10

2006-10-29T14:34:00.001Z

2006-10-29T14:00:00.000Z

Still not much common ground
I rarely touch down here
Sand and lost splendor
Ruins of kingdoms
Power
They gave me jewels
Long ago

Browofcalm

2006-10-29T13:36:00.000Z

2006-10-26T16:39:00.001Z

throughout the centuries
there were men
who took first steps
down new roads
armed with nothing
but their own vision

Angel feathers

2006-10-23T20:19:00.000Z

Enclosed in our bubbles, we wander,
Thoughts in our heads, we ponder.
Look at me, I look back,
Shed our skins for just one moment,
Where the rhythm runs deep, no fear of attack
Down here under the ground,
With the all-pervading sound,
We free our minds of our constant toil.
Inhibition lost, expression reigns,
Leave all our pains, under the soil.
Here and now we are the same, you and I,
Swimming the oceans and soaring through the sky.
Spinning around, hands in the air,
Shuffle of feet, smiles everywhere.
Aching to fly,Without a care.

By
nads
Bluelighter

2006-10-22T19:57:00.000Z

A strange kind of madness

2006-10-20T12:12:00.000Z

Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts
and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the
forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face and thus know the
meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless
let sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower
and at sunset bend your head in silence

angel feathers tickle me

2006-10-20T12:07:00.000Z

2006-10-18T19:19:00.000Z

somewhere crows are hovering
over heads filled with
straw and a summer's sun is
melting the reverie of power
i have been storing
in hibernation.

you wake me with reminiscent whispers
and i am plucking feathers to
protect me from the fall:
these rags won't do the trick (for I've been told those birds
are bold) so once again
the scarecrow changes
emporer's clothes.

the loyalty of your
sin is enough to draw me
in and all the while
the crows are hovering

from the journal of misstwitch

2006-10-18T18:46:00.000Z

artful awakening

2006-10-10T19:39:00.000Z

I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years are falling.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!'

The Return Of The King

2006-10-09T16:46:00.000Z

2006-10-07T20:49:00.000Z

Whether we are mended, or where better they,
Or revolution be the same.
O, sure I am the wits of former days
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.

William Shakespeare

2006-10-06T19:29:00.000Z

JPAB

2006-10-05T18:15:00.001Z

2006-10-04T17:53:00.001Z

2006-10-04T17:35:00.000Z

Rowen Chambered Tomb

2006-10-04T11:14:00.000Z

Sundance

2006-10-04T11:11:00.000Z

RibbzArt

2006-10-04T11:10:00.000Z

Drenched to the bone and yet not cold I climbed through the woods, only the deer and the birds in the undergrowth saw me passing and I felt good; at peace with myself and the world.

2006-10-04T11:03:00.000Z

2006-10-04T11:01:00.000Z

I caught rain in a bottle
And the ocean in a shell
We walked through woods of trees green
I felt the cold of many winters
When darkness fell around us
You gave me the stars
And a coast of ivory pearls
The hope of spring
On your tongue

Brow of Calm

2006-10-04T11:00:00.000Z

2006-10-04T10:59:00.000Z

eye

2006-10-04T10:52:00.000Z