Where do we draw the line around sanity?

We cant begin to judge people's mind and attitudes if, we cant understand our own.

Tenho o carro em ponto morto !!!

" Quando permito que tudo apenas seja, tudo funciona perfeitamente, exactamente como quero, pois desisto de querer que seja de outra forma.

O truque está em abrir mão de querer.

Quando abandono as minhas ideias preconcebidas sobre onde é que a chuva deve cair, e deixar que caia onde tem de cair, então não há questões sobre o que fazer.

Em vez de lutar e resistir, posso ocupar-me de cada situação conforme acontece.

Ponho o carro em ponto morto.

Descontraio-me e deixo que as coisas sejam como são. Aprecio o quanto tudo funciona na perfeição. "

Adpatado por: Hugo Jorge

Psicólogo | Ludoterapeuta | Formador http://hugo-jorge.blogs.sapo.pt/

15000

Diluted qualms in your hymn

I am dreaming in the intensity of your trance

Suspended in the in-sanity of your prose

Surreal in the certainty of what is

Within your eyes I found mine

Procrastinate my delirium

I will reshape my words until they find yours

Crying loud desires

In surrender I so

Submerge myself in you

Confess my love to you

Deep-en your melody

Reverse in verve once more

Carelessly let love make us

While we angel, make us love

I will rephrase my words until they find yours

Prey to our sins

Loud again my moans hush

Silence becomes music

Under the shower soaked

Besieged in desire

I will revive my words until they find yours

Quench the sea of its thirst

In elation sweat, steam and

Sweet againt sweat

We remain unharmed

I will rest my heart in yours

Uncertainly sage

Serene linger our song

"Beauty Full " - A Step Closer II

Within then again without

For all the things that I am and I’m still yet to become

I find peace inside my soul

The flowers keep in bloom

Indeed I am, blessed

In Sincerety

My words vow they're made of truth

Ground me in your rhythm, angel
Deep down me dwell
Warm spell my skin shrouds

Loud singing me, loud
Blind me not and instead bind
Remote rhymes I could not find

Flawlessness beyond intention
I’ll carve this marble until it sculpts us
Reshape my words to murmur yours

Poetry with-in me, pours
Your taste inside my soul
Howl me, drums and drum again

My words vow they're made of truth

A thought in acceptance

Have come to understand the way of the dead
Liberated from life so they can live again

Poema de Cetim

Desagua emoção
Meu poema de cetim
Sigilos resguardos
Murmúrios apenas

Descosido sentimento
Aqui ou noutro lugar
Recalcados soluços
De um canto sonolento

Meu órfão delírio
Mortificada paixão

Angustiada lembrança
Em reprimidos gemidos
Um regresso retornado
Amargurada memória

Sangra-me o olhar
Secado de lágrimas
Meu quebranto
Nostalgia e pranto

Sentimento cru
Presságio da alma

Desagua emoção
Meu poema de cetim
Sigilos resguardos
Murmúrios apenas

Nossas almas descarnadas
Embriagadas de amnésia
Estilhaçada promessa
Velejando em insónias

Poesia despojada
Defraudada de palavras

Suavemente adormecida
Minha canção de embalar
Singramo-nos em nada
Devaneios suspendidos

Desvanecida pende a nossa senil memoria
Exausta de pesar
Nosso encontro de saudade
Será para jamais

Separa o véu do meu rosto
Despercebida ilusão

Desagua emoção
Meu poema de cetim
Sigilos resguardos
Murmúrios apenas

...

Eu retorno a lucidez
Ao fulgor da minha alma
Comigo levo apenas nada
E um poema de cetim

Sem nunca revelar segredos

Então nos tornamos um

Na tontura da noite doçura

Ao mesmo tempo em que o prazer abraça

O beijo cativante amanhecendo

Minha manha de versos, verbos

Música de uma voz ofegante, distante

Nesse instante serei tudo,

Acima de tudo verdade

Carta à Mariazinha II - Não espreites mais a minha voz

Recebi a tua carta
Correu-me uma única lágrima apenas
Seca, entresteceu-se
Envelheceu-me o olhar


Sonânbulei noite a dentro
Engoli, o grito mudo da escuridão
Secou-se de mim a alma


Enterraram o teu olhar
Senti a tontura de te ver partir
Sem que nunca me tenhas deixado


Revistiram-me de silêncio
Não espreites mais a minha voz
Já não a reconheceras

" What do we say in incidence of silence? "

E quando é qe um poeta nao escreve mais
Quando é que um poeta nao se encontra mais
Quando é que um poeta não encanta mais
E quando é que um poeta nao se esconde mais

"Power is the control you have over yourself. "

Ilumina Senhor, o seu caminho de volta a casa

Andamos desconsolados,
Pesarosos pelos estranhos trilhos que a vida nos apresenta Senhor
Tal qual o vento decepado
Cremos somente na tua misericórdia

Descaem-se lágrimas sobre os rostos e ainda assim,
Não disputamos nem opinamos
Não julgamos os teus desígnios
Somos órfãs de amor sem ti

Hoje rogo-te Senhor,
Por esse ente querido que te serviu e amou
Clamo a tua graça e amparo em nome do teu filho amado
Ilumina Senhor, o seu caminho de volta a casa
Abre o teu manto de luz
Alcança-a com os teus braços

Confessamos as nossas fraquezas nesta hora
Confiamos e esperamos em ti
Tens sido e serás
O nosso salvador

Em memoria de Manuela Ramos Da Cruz (Nocas)

( Deus tem-te nas mãos, descansa em paz. )

For sole things that are worth, smile deeply and with intent healing those that are not.

BLiSS

BETWEEN HERE AND NOWHERE, THERE iS SOMETHiNG CALLED BLiSS

iTS NEITHER A PLACE NOR A FEELiNG,

iTS THE HARMONY OF BOTH

WHEN WE CEASE TO PURSUE iT

La serenissima

Remotely you,

Tenuously addicted to who we're not.

Compulsiveness

Zephyr

Cling, cling and again cling

Outside us

Cling

Unsolicited answer

Stalk the wood and its streams
Remind me

Un - Veiled

SWALLOW EVERYTHING I DIN SAY

REF-USE THE MAIDEN, THE PRINCESS AND THE QUEEN

GIGGLE FOR NO REASON

NO HIDDEN MESSAGE IN HERE

Lost In Transformation - Peter Matz

Synopsis " Angola is undergoing dramatic transformations.

... seems to have found political stability and has embarked on a path of economic growth that is among the strongest in the world. Moreover, it has immense tourist potential, which is still untapped.

In stark contrast, many Angolans continue to struggle, as poverty and corruption are rife. Nonetheless, the people of Angola are masters of survival and champions of joy and celebration.

Peter Matz lived in Angola from 2005 to 2007. During this time, he experienced many of the highs and lows the country has to offer, propelling him into a journey of spiritual transformation.

The book is illustrated with many of Peter's own pictures that illustrate the diversity and abounding paradoxes of Angola. "

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-Transformation-Two-Years-Angola/dp/3833475447

The uncertainty of a Poet

I am a poet.

I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.

I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.

I am very fond.

A fond poet of " I am " _

Very bananas.

Fond of " Am I bananas ?

Am I ? " - a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!

Am I fond? Am I " very " ?

Poet bananas! I am.

I am fond of a " very ".

I am of very fond bananas.

Am I a poet?

by Wendy Cope * Featured in The Oxford Book of Children's Poertry

Unspoken

Yaga - The deep song of our wild nature

Bring us back to where we came from
Infinite depth of knowledge
Garden flourishes and again dies
This is our cycle, religion

Life given and life taken dreams

We know what we know

Reborn in each of us, Yaga

Cleanse our thinking
Renew our values
Remove trivia building an enduring fire beneath us

We’re willing to burn hot
Burn with passion
Burn with words

Bring us back to where we're going

Knowing what we Know

" what lies underneath and beyond the obvious ? "

Clarissa Estés

The magnificence of no words is implicit in love.

Adarah

by, Lenna Santos

Less then Perfect

Angel’s masquerade
Inside sheep’s fur
Downhill deep your eyes
Shallow waters roasting
Fierce in sincerity of words unspoken

Faint smile,
Drowned in its own secrets
Captivity is a choice we make

Darkness Occurs
Craft no attachment to these words
And as for the last speech, call it psychosis
Blindness is a gift when you fear the light

Feeble foolish in their qualms
Shackling their hearts with suspicions
Perfection is an asylum

Who ever said that fear is a sign of weakness?

" Can you draw that fine line around sanity "

Synopsis

Slowly it all fades to nothing
Yet nothing really fades away
It always leads to something

Vertigem

Quietude em cada gota que dispersa cai sobre o chão de laje trilhada
Delicada chuva petiza
Pureza em cada melodia modulada
Com doçura desmedida,

Nitidez
Aonde esta dissuadida de razão se forja
No delírio de um poeta
Embriagado na sua própria imaginancia
Agasalhando de esplendor cada palavra

Vertigem,
Tal qual o pensamento foge-se dentre as mãos
Rasgando verbos
Para apenas se encontrar

Beijar a chuva
Debaixo do mesmo céu
Efémero momento, timidez

Quietude em cada gota que dispersa cai sobre o chão de laje trilhada

A Thought in Surrender

Trebles inside me your voice unspoken, these are the last words.

Monologo

....

Aromas vindos de onde vem,
Sonhos de canela e mel
Rasto sobre a areia,
Pedaços do meu trilho

Busca-os no tempo

....

Kwabena's Metamor - " FORCES "

" I see this period as a turning point in my life as an artist ...


... would like these works to be apprecciated like a jazz piece (with no lyrics) here the analogy seems to be justified ....

.... I believe it gets more exciting when you see a new kind of beauty and feel a new kind of enjoyment and fullfillment each time you look at the work and still have some questions ....

... art must be enjoyed and not necessarily understood before we can say it is art ...

... the satisfaction and enjoyment is mostly found in this seemingly haphazard attempt at abstraction...

Perhaps there is no other way we can enjoy them . "

KWABENA OWUSU-ACQUAH : METAMOR-"FORCES "

" Beauty Full " - A Step Closer

Thankful

For labeled bad and good things in life
For the breath taken every day that again I am given a choice
The love and elation
I embrace you

Aware

That it’s only one the life we’re blessed to live
That true love comes from within
And we are ultimately the makers of our own faith

Content

In the moments I share with myself
When silence becomes music
And seclusion is path, “way through “
To know that rays of bliss are colorless

Whole

When I look back and declare each second of my life worth living once more
When in my mind I am free of judgment
When there’s no effort to breath
And seek nothing but to exist in this very moment

Blessed

To know that all my heart desires are already mine
When I cease to crave tomorrow
And see the flowers that today blossom at my feet

Beautiful

Within then again without
For all the things I am and I still yet to become
When I find peace inside my soul
Haven in these words

A Thought in Acceptance

" Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it. "

J. Petit Senn

Carta à Mariazinha - Imponente e Solitario

Imponente e solitário espero ainda a tua chegada

Jamais apartada de mim

A minha volta apenas ruínas Maria e não sei mais se me reconheceras,

Aceitaras assim

Demarco a minha presença para que tu minha Maria

Me encontres quando me buscares

Vinda de onde vens voltares

Do chão que te consumiu

Sonâmbulo escuto a tua voz ressoar

Tenho medo de não mais te poder consolar

Engolir ao invés de ti o grito frio da escuridão

Enterraram a tua memoria Maria

Solitário espreito o anoitecer

Esquartejaram-me a esperança

Roubaram-te do meu olhar

Levanta Maria, volta para eu te poder salvar...

A thought on kindness

" That best portion of a good man's life are his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. "

( William Wordsworth )

Indifferent

We start a new life yet the life we lived before can never and will by no means cease being ours, written off our books, in spite of us turning the page and again a new chapter being written.

A different picture,

a new book perhaps

These lines too are nothing but a reflection, a souvenir …

... mirror to the past.

Again it will all revolve there where its existence was never brought to an end.

Miragem

Desconsolado sorriso apartado de si mesmo
Sem ter mais porque encantar
Sou assim

Desgarrada,
Promessas e silencio …
Sem que eu queira anoitecem
Enegrecem o olhar

Devaneio
Delírio de quem já de lágrimas se embriagou,
Alucinou

Musa de si mesma
Miragem
Jamais desejei, sonhei
Cantar um cântico
Triste assim

Alvorecer frio da manha
Sem que eu queira anoiteço