Holy Electron

Journey of an electric signal

[wishing-for-deathx]

Now I’m empty. I have nothing to give to anyone. Except for talking about my pain. And since I realize that’s toxic, I’ve simply isolated.

[hallsofmaeve]

Black Hole

The deceit drips from your lips, like a well rehearsed play. To untouched ears the imagery it creates is reminiscent to heaven.

I am not they. The emptiness amplifies through my being. Rattled by the attempt to grapple understanding your ice cold perception of love.

With all my love I want to fill this hole. Tentatively touching I choke back a sob of knowing that you cannot be saved from this madness that ego reigns.

Cold. Lost in the attainment of self adorned strength cloaked by strategic good deeds which are as empty as the giver to appease a conscience.

You derive no accomplishment from your conquests still you dive and grind deeper with your slithering acts and forked tongue tales.

Life with no heartbeat. Smiles with no sincerity. Practiced. For lost girls deceived by your pretentious empathy of shared brokenness. The misery enjoying guests.

I am not they. As broken as what I am. Mine ears are rehearsed and though eyes are closed they see all that you are, or rather are not.

~Maeve

[hallsofmaeve]

Hermit

I have derived much joy, as well as heartache within the company of people but none so which could compare with the peace that showers over my soul in solitude. ~ Maeve

[deviika]

Fernando Pessoa // Michel Foucault

[dailykafka]

- July 1, 1913

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[ID: July 1. The wish for an unthinking, reckless solitude. To be face to face only with myself. End ID]

[cantcatchmeee]

Hypnotic collages of French artist @valentinpavageau

[groundcontrolpoetry]

Poem: Little River Love

A Haiku

little river love,

we adore your flow while you

reflect skies above

j.p

[followcb]

River of our Souls

inner knowing, wisdom showing

noetic, poetic

sanctuary of love, seeds for sowing

depths of insights, prophetic

river of our souls, eternally flowing

art to artist to art, pure aesthetic

age of aged sages, all knowing

poetic, noetic

inner wisdom, ethereal stars glowing

(c) @followcb | August 31, 2019

#noetic #writerscreedchallenge

[lebuc]

the backs of giants

* one of the alluring things about ‘outside’

as opposed to inside

is how we walk paths & we ride roads already paved by others

through underbrush, trees & weeds, mountains, rocks -

they cleared ways out of no way; quite daunting work, that.

often, we don’t consider the whos & whats which had to happen

before our walks & rides in stride, aglide… for us to live large - 

not comprehending how huge the effort to pave

before us, must’ve been; those paths toward progress.

as far as i’m concerned we walk in the footsteps of giants

brave people who made possible this jocko’s modern life.

on their backs we’re able to pave & build  as well paths - not physical - but groundbreaking in their way, too

if we continue our fight for freedom, acceptance, inclusion, for all - always & forever.

giants were they; giants, we can be.

“backbone recognize backbone”

word. * 8/19 - lebuc - the backs of giants

[vacantinkandprettypink-deactiva]

“My lover sells her body to men searching for an angry fix, but I cannot be angry at her, for I sell my words, the essence of myself at daybreak, and at night, she and I lie next to each other shrouded in silence, with scarcely anything to say, for nothing remains inside our beings save for empty.”

— V.I.P.P.

[morwenea]

To Selix

It’s life

that teaches me

that sometimes it’s

just, not life

rather

the harsh opposite

that it breeds inside

sneaky

unsurmountable concrete

no, no you are not!

the word desperate

now looks cute

meager ghost of a terrifying weight

but your voice still speaks to me

travelling through void

through me

time has not shattered?!

can’t they see?!

come stick your hands

pull out my useless heart

let it sink in

the blood tears it cries

the earth did not stood still?!

how can I still smile?

the cruel, insulting life

not letting a single solitary

suspension, out of mercy

vultures feasting

screaming victories

over your dead body

how they were right all along

behind shiny buttons and

covered inflations

yet do not worry

you still sing your legacy

through every cell

you have ever touched upon

all the poetry you have hidden

all the secrets you’ve never shared

they tell me are now gone

forever?

the incompetent naive dreamer

now will sleep for two

hoping maybe it’s feasible to see

and cry for the beauty

of your inner landscapes

that you finally divulge

and won’t she wake up dumb

lost in the lights;

the mockery of the stream

but it’s only until

the next dream.

may your journey be light,

may you rest in peace

until we merge again

my good friend.

[holyelectron]

Lebanon Hanover-Hall Of Ice.

IF IT’S NOT POSSIBLE TO CHANGE PEOPLE’S MINDS WE MIGHT AS WELL JUST SPIN ON ICE SPIN AROUND UNTIL WE DIE 

I CAN READ IT IN THEIR EYES THEY DISAGREE WITH ALL MY LIKES AND I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY P

LEASE GO OUT WITH ME TONIGHT FAR AWAY FROM THE STREETLIGHTS 

I NEED YOU IN THE HALL OF ICE

 I NEED YOU TO BE ON MY SIDE SAVE THE FROZEN HEART OF MINE 

SPIN AROUND UNTIL WE DIE 

 ICH MÖCHTE MICH MIT DIR VERLAUFEN

 ICH MÖCHTE EISKUNSTLAUFEN 

 WE SHOULD LEAVE THE HOUSE TONIGHT AND LOSE OUR DIGITAL LIFE

 I MEET YOU IN THE HALL OF ICE 

AND ALL THE COMPLAINTS OF MINE THE DISBELIEFS IN HUMAN KIND I PUT IT ALL ON ICE

 ICH MÖCHTE MICH MIT DIR VERLAUFEN WENN WIR EISKUNSTLAUFEN

[escape-cakes]

[holyelectron]

Lebanon Hanover -- Gallowdance [official]

[holyelectron]

“I’ve dreamt a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.”

[holyelectron]

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. https://www.instagram.com/holyelectron/p/BvnM4i3goLSlnj_ci3P55fgE9brvar_RebiEcQ0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bd8a0bxnbrzj

[ghufrania-deactivated20200730]

الغبي والنبي والصخرة

عبد الامير الورد

لَم أَكُن يَوماً نَبِيّا

غَيرَ أَنّي كُنتُ أدري

لَيسَ غَيرَ الله مَن يَزرَعُ في المَيِّتِ حَيّا

وَ تَحَدَّثتُ إلى النّاسِ فَسَمُّوني غَبِيّا

حَلَقُوا رَأسِي

رَمُونِي بِالأباطِيلِ وَ قَالُوا :

قَد أَتى شَيئاً فَرِيّا

وَ مَضَوا يَستَنبِتُونَ الصَخرَ جَنّاتٍ خِصالا

يُورِدونَ الصَخرَ آلا

وَ إِذا حَاوَرتُهُم فِي حِكمَةٍ زادُوا خَبالا

أيُّها الناس هِيَ الصَخرَةُ

لا شَيئَ سِوى الصَخرَةِ

لا نَبتَ سِوى الصَخرَةِ

فِيئُوا

لا تَظَلّوا حَولَ أحلامِكُمُ السودُ جِثِيّا

غايَةُ الصَخرَةِ أن تُخفِي الصِلالا

وَ إذا ما استُنطِقَت كانَت صَوَى

تومِئُ لا تَنطِقُ شَيّا

سَخَرُوا مِنّي وَ ما زادوا بِها إلاّ عِتِيّا

وَ زَقا كاهِنُهُم:

لا تَنبُتُ الجَنَّةُ ما لَم تَذبَحوا عَنها غَبِيّا

وَ تَفَجَّرتُ عَلى أَجزائِها نَهراً نَدِيّا

دَفَنوني تَحتَها

وَ انتَصَبَت فَوقَ رُفاتِي شاهِداً يُومي إِلَيّا

وَ أقامَ القَومُ فِي أَعراسِهِم

عاماً…

عامَينِ…

وَ أَعواما ….

وَ لَم يَستَنبِتوا عُوداً طَرِيّا

فَصَدوا أَعراقَهُم كَي يَشرَبوا مِنها

وَ لَم يَستَنبِتوا عُوداً طَرِيّا

نَهَشُوا أَشلاءَ مَن ماتُوا مِنَ الجُوعِ

وَ لَم يَستَنبِتوا عوداً طَرِيّا

أَكَلُوا الرَملَ

وَ لَم يَستَنبِتوا عُوداً طَرِيّا

وَ زَقا الكاهِنُ:

يا قَوم اسمَعُوا وَحياً إِلَيّا

إِنّها الصَخرَةُ لا تُنبِتُ شَيّا

وَ الّذي جَاءَ بِذا مِن قَبلُ قَد كانَ نَبِيّا

صادِقُ الوَحيِ زَكِيّا

وَ بَكى القَومُ عَلَيّا

رَكَعُوا حَولي جِثِيّا

نَزَعُوا أَقواتَ أَطفالِهُمُ

ثُمَّ أَقامُوها ضَريحاً ذَهَبِيّا

أَنشَدُوا كُلَّ التَراتِيلِ لِميلادي وَ مَوتي

وَ استَمَرُّوا بُكرَةً فِي ذَبحِ آلافِ

الأضاحي وَ عَشِيّا

لَفَّقُوا عَنّي الأحاديثَ وَ قالُوا:

كانَ فَذّاً عَبقَرِيّا

يَعلَمُ الغَيبَ ..

يَسُوقُ الريحَ

يَدعُو القَطرَ

يُخفي الشَمسَ ظُهراً

يُطلِعُ البَدرَ سِراراً كامِلاً

يَفري الفَريّا

هَتَفُوا:

قَد كانَ صِدّيقاً نَبِيّا

لَم أَكُن يَوماً نَبِيّا

غَيرَ أَنّي كُنتُ أدري

لَيسَ غَيرَ اللهِ مَن يَزرَعُ فِي المَيِّتِ حَيّا

لَم أَكُن يَوماً نَبِيّا.