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

waiting

...

WHILE I WAIT

I CAREFULLY FOLD,

UNFOLD,

THINK,

RETHINK

EVERY BIT OF MY LIFE FOR IT IS I,

THE HOLDER OF MY OWN DESTINY,

THE WRITER OF MY OWN BOOK

WHILE I WAIT,

I MAKE,

I WRITE

THE NEXT STEP IN MY LIFE

WHILE I WAIT

...

Vontade De Ser

Corre-me nas veias vontade de ser quem nunca deixei de ser.

Espreita-me alguem de dentro de mim

Fala-me de saudade,

Vaidades ...

Em mim nao mais tem espaco,

Razao de ser

Corre-me nas veias vontade de ser quem nunca deixei de ser

Sede de perder-me e outra vez encontar-te entre prosas e poesias
Beber,
Saciar-me de loucura
Existir sem nunca medir, pesar tudo aquilo que nunca poderei ser

Sonhar, em mim ja nao tem espaco,
Causa-me vertigens

Se deixar de ser quem sou, nao sei quem hei-de ser
O tempo, apartou-se de mim.

Serena,
Murmura uma voz bem dentro de mim

Fala-me de vontades,

Vaidades ...

Sei quem es’.
Sinto-te nas veias, vontade de ser.

Meu Lugar

E apesar de tudo, e' Natal.

Por momentos como este eu vivo,
Espero,

Anseio ( pelo teu olhar )

Em mim,
Em nos e' sempre Natal

Pois esse olhar que me devotas,
Comforta ...

... Traz-me paz

Apesar de tudo ...

E' o meu lugar.

this too shall pass

Today I woke up not much inspired, not much delighted by life charm's, sometimes it's just not easy to keep a smile on your face.

"This too shall pass" , I tell myself day after day nevertheless its hard to believe after considering how harsh it gets, yet again, no one ever alleged it was going to be painless.

For all of us, there's a call to create some sort of balance. Something not just to hang on but to rely on;other then ourselves.

I once had a "feel good journal" a place I would put pen to paper, draw, paint whatever good feelings came to my mind, and has hard it got I still had plenty!!!

I had pictures, dried flowers, " recortes de jornal ", my children's paints ... little things of beauty ...

.... every now and then I would bump into " notes " left by them when I was not watching, just about anything, it was a colorfull and peacefull breathing space, it always made me smile, made me appreciate and be glad about those petite things in life most of the time we're too busy to notice.

Today I woke up note much inspired, not one bit delighted by life " charm's " yet again, as night falls there's still something worth breathing for and being grateful for cuz in the end it's only one (life) we're blessed to live.

Today, I celebrate my joy, inspiration my drive... my pride ... I celebrate my children!

How hard can it be?!

I thought it was time I added a picture to my profile... But hey how hard can it be?!

Face 2 hours traffic everyday but after two years its not as hard anymore...
... just today someone bumped my car from the back (again), for no good reason but hey, it already had a side bump anyway. Guess this wont hurt and after all I managed to keep my cool...

After reading "I resign" thought I had it all figured out just to find out that the old cliche " Its easier said than done." is not so old after all and that there was still some law I din read about, still, I was able to stand my ground.

Just next to my building had a street lamp on fire 'cuz whoever was trying to fix it on the first place forgot to finish their job and after a frustrated attempt call the fire department decided that maybe it was better just to switch off the main power in the building and hey, why not spend another night under candle lights while some "kids" downstairs put off the fire with sand.

Funny but not funny.

... I kept my cool, besides the heat and mosquito’s that would most definitely appreciate a chance to again bite me during the night "everything else was OK"

Decided to sit and finish another "prosa" that had been playing over and over again on my head and I bumped into this not so bad picture of me.

"Why not?!"- I asked my self. "Let me give my postings a face..."

I tried, even with the mosquito’s getting the best out of me, I still tried. Went through it all, guidelines (!), step by step but each time I thought I was finally close to the end I failed.

How hard can it be?!!

“If you don't have a photo hosted somewhere already, you can first post a picture to your blog. Once you've done that…”

I went trough it all but realized it is not as easy as trading off a smile with the “candongueiros” during my not so safe everyday trip to work hoping to avoid another tattoo on my car. Not as hard as watching the street lamp on fire while wondering about these laws I still had to read.

Forget about having to listen mosquito’s the entire night on my ear and their so familiar "Zzz, Z, Zzz, z…”
Seriously, am not an insect killer or anything but I think that some 9 mosquitoes crossed over to their next life while I tried to updated a picture to my profile.

How hard can it be?!