inspired earthling

"A true artist practises every day"

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I don’t mind,

if I’m not fine sometimes,

out of sadness and grief,

comes the most beautiful creatures of existence,

colourful shades of autumn leaves,

quiet, long touches,

and the comfortable, silent song of my heart,

sorrowful awerness of passing moments,

clocks ticking, and waves gently dancing

on a lonely shore.

And I’m there just watching,

my eyes blinking in the weakening sunlight.

And I’m just there watching,

as time is slowly fading and dying,

and gently comes the next night,

where we escape to the other world

where we live our days,

where we are heroes, and heroines:

to our dreams.

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Please tell me Universe,

that you love me,

that my presence here,

is not just a waste of minutes, and years

 That I mean something to someone

or special someones

and you know,I don’t mind

if I’ll be forgotten the moment

I put on my wings, and fly away from this Earth

up to the sky,

the waiting light,

the waiting Mother

I crave with my soul.

 Just please tell me,

that now, as I inhale and exhale

There is at least one person

or being, or animal, or a plant,

who is breathing at the same time as me.

And who has me in their hearts,

and I’m not just here,

as a miserable, and almost non-existent thing

A vase, or a painting,

dusty, and long forgotten,

in the corner of an antique shop,

where it sits

till that fucking place,

is closed for good,

(and just like my heart)

never to be opened again.

It’s like thousands of gold on an island,

where it has been left by pirates.

 It would be nice, this thought,

to look in the mirror and see,

that special person, and

I don’t mean love,

I don’t think I’m meant for love,

I gave up on that,

so it is okay,

it’s enough if it’s just a tulip

or a smiling doll, or a purring cat,

or just a heartbeat of a person,

a real human,

living at the same time as me.

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My joy

My Joy is like a river,

 a smile in the quiet currents of my blood stream

It's you who rezonates peace in the waves of my existence,

As my happiness becomes the moving weight of our Planet's Ocean.

What is really the difference between our dance, and the Infinite silence of flowing clouds?

Now, while sunsets sits on the journey of humanity,

We find the meaning of each other.

Souls, what we are, 

Songs of the Universe singing Love

For children.

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Wildflower

We were like two birds

flying with the same pair of wings

You, on my left, keeping an eye on the Sun

Me, on the right, dancing with the Moon and the Stars.

  What happened now that we flew apart?

Could birds fly with one wing only,

or should we return to Earth,

to our Ancestors?

Becoming dust, is just one way to die

out of thousands.

  I still want to see you on the other side of the clouds,

where we could’ve met the Gods together,

watching an Eclipse over and over..

Where are you now that I can’t see you?

Or is that my eyes are getting worse by the hour?

  I write to you and I can feel that

you are taking the same train I’m sitting on at this very moment,

I can feel you, like you are here with me, or could be any second.

  But I’m alone, with the music which speaks of Heaven.

We’ve been there, remember?

Memories and pictures of you are still colorful,

but will they become grey and fade away,

or will we meet again to refresh them, and

to fly till the sky together again?

  I don’t want to die without your memories in my heart.

Tell me please,

where did you bury our wings?

Could we grow them out again?

Answer me,

I can still speak the language of the stars,

But you,

you are gone, you became a wildflower,

on the meadows of everyday life.

  (I watched you through a breaking glass)

and I’ll wait for you, some more time,

this is what I can give you,

I think.

But If you won’t come,

I’ll sing my wings out again,

Without you,

they’ll never be the same.

Violet and Red,

Black and Emerald Green:

Your colors I won’t see anymore.

Just the silver shining of the Moon,

Just the deep blue waves of the roaring sea,

the Ocean above and underneath me.

  Just the morning without cinnamon in my coffee,

just my smiles without us laughing our hearts out,

on a silly joke,

just the endless road without

Your footsteps.

  (So this is what it feels like to lose a dear friend).

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You once

You once told me

that I was nice,

and I believed you.

 You once told me

you wanna be with me,

and that night,

I gladly held you.

 You once told me,

you’ll take me to the sea,

and we went with your car,

an old, ugly Chevy.

 You once told me,

let’s get married on a silly Sunday,

and when I said yes,

you phoned your Mom and Dad.

 You once told me,

to have a child,

and right now,

I’m holding Juliette.

 You once told me,

you’ll never leave me,

and now, you are still

standing right beside me.

 You once told me,

we’ll have a lovely life together,

and I didn’t think you’ll be right.

But now, I carry our second child.

 You once told me

let’s get a little puppy

and I’ll never forgive that

instead you bought three!

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Giselle went home

Where are you now?

We lost you at the fair,

We lost you in the crowd,

and I forgot your voice first.

Where are you now?

It was a sunny Sunday,

that turned my soul into a desert,

I lost the shape of your body second.

Where are you now?

We bought you dinner,

and you chose pancakes,

I lost your eyes right after.

Where are you now?

I’m afraid I’m blind,

I can’t see your smile:

It went away with my vomits

on the eleventh day.

Where are you now?

I searched the city for you,

I’ve found nine cats and three dogs.

They are waiting in the garden,

though they don’t know you.

Where are you now?

It’s been years,

you went away.

It’s been years,

you’ve faded away.

Where are you now?

You, missing person case,         

Do I even know your name?

I’m losing your words, and your thoughts,

I think I’ve just lost you here.

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Another path

Her door was shut violently

She shut out those who wanted her

She shut out wolves, and flutes,

and criminals,

and the Moon.

She turned away from seekers,

and dancers.

She sat down and begin to draw

and she killed the music,

and killed every single sound,

with one picture.

Then, she wrote, and she burned down forests,

and lakes,

she burned down cities and countries.

She wrote a novel and burned down the world.

Then, she begin to sing,

and animals got extinct.

She sang a song,

and the walls of the Castle of Birth

collapsed.

She sang a song and killed the birds.

Then, she begin to dance, and as her body moved,

we had to bury the 9 planets,

as her body moved,

we had to bury Childhood.

Then, she stopped,

she dropped to her knees,

and the Universe froze, as Time went to sleep.

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some drawings from the last few days. my zenit, floki from vikings, cyclists-stickers and sepp-graywolf because i have an urge to draw every single photo he posts of himself.

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now i’m on instagram too! go check out my photos worth cropped into a square. expect food, cats, graffiti, clouds and green hair! this photo was taken by the lovely strongayya yesterday, when we biked out for coffee and sat on trees above the river.

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just summer things with a beautiful elf;)

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Galaxyme

I’m sitting beside

a borrowed cat,

Drawing and dreaming my life:

Flowing thoughts of mine

help me out how to die

to become ash

Ash, so I could be light

Light enought to be picked up by the wind

and fly up to the unlimited sky.

 I am reborn as a Galaxy,

a little gong of the Universe

Growing, glowing, sinking, and drifting

Around you. – again.

Can I be seen by your eyes,

Can I be heard by your heart,

When you sink into your pillow

in the beginning of the night?

 I’m a galaxy,

the eternal love

expanding with the seconds

we invented

and our Time passes,

which never existed.

 But we are gonna come here again

To Earth so we could have children.

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Moments part 1: Woman

 I took a tram

by the riverside

Dazzling day

The air is bright

Sat down,

the Sun shined in my eyes

Had to blink

Once, and twice

Then, I looked up

There, across, you sat:

Eyes.

Blue like fire,

I’m blinking again,

They are bigger,

I got lost in them,

And you smile,

lips curled up,

shaping like sex,

What should we do next?

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Her

Once I met the girl

who paints our skies blue

When sun kisses good night

She rips her work apart

so that stars can hear our hearts,

chasing nightmares

till they depart.

Her best friend is Spring

She lets her paint more and more,

Summer is an intense friend

where blue becomes flame - yellow.

Autumn smiles on her,

a helping, caring mother,

She gives her more rest,

till Winter takes over.

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-       Death of a River

  That night you died,

i set the clouds of space on fire

That moment the light

disappeared from your eyes

I left life with you

Your memories now,

are more alive,

than the ticking seconds

of measured Time

and I’m just looking at the sky,

in an unnamed town.

I don’t know where I am

but I know where you are,

your ginger waves

were saved by knowledge,

but, why,

o why couldn’t you survive?

Just a memory of mine, you are now

the girl I couldn’t ever let down

except  for this last time.

And the towers sang,

and you died,

And I’m now standing there,

asking Darillium for your tunes

The last song, I’m listening to,

is your song:

Melody Pond.

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Pompeii

  ’We are the same you and i’ - Earth whispered

as she looked into Sun’s shining eyes

and like a shy little girl,

she wrote him a love letter.

Turned, she turned

and while her majestic rotation

Her sleeping heart

woke up and found her light.

’I will send birds for you,

they will fly to you,

and caress your flaming fires,

same as you lay your tender rays

upon me in every moment

of my joyful existence’

and Earth’s heart, Vesuvius,

erupted her love up the sky,

aching as the heat of lava touched

her skin of the raw mountain,

painful destruction just like deep affection,

Ashes met Pompeii,

merciful blanket of a slow death

Ashes came, and Pompeii

lay down to it’s eternal sleep,

as Earth sang them

their last lullaby.

  She looked at them,

souls of her children,

and softly kissed them goodnight,

they became ashes,

these bodies full of memories

Ashes of souls

waiting for

Earth to make them revive.

Sun looked at them, after the night passed,

and Pompeii reborn, as it’s people

grew wings, and feathers,

Souls became birds, fire in their eyes,

and Earth smiled, when her gifts,

these hundreds of phoenixes,

Flied into Sun’s burning heart.

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Our lonely Moon

  Moon is Earth’s little sister,

pulling the oceans like they are long hair,

winking at Sun, shining in his light,

but the rays are cold in the sky,

and Moon is a child alone

prisoner of gravity.

She’s playing tricks with younger beings

seducing Earth’s spirits

friend of werewolves and witches,

running in cirlces among comets and meteors

but still solitary and bored.

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’What is Beauty?’

wanders the Moon

’Is it me,

in my midnight dress of the boring starlight?

Is it Earth, my lucky sister,

and her turquoise ocean hair?

Is it Sun himself,

his burning core,

with his smile of burning joy?

Or is it Space alone,

and the silence of our gigantic galaxy-home?’

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illnesses of the sun prt 11

-       Creating Light

  He looked up to the glorious sky

Light flamed in his eyes

Sun’s power - he thought

It’s absolute.

He gives us light, and warmth,

He’s plants father,

Creator of our food.

I may be in charge,

but on Earth,

Sun’s their Lord!

  So, he lit up his house,

it spread quickly,

and the huge Fire,

ran through the city.

Flames made people scream to her,

’till nothing left, but bones.

Flames made children dance with her,

a deathly dance, burning little skins,

and he thought: I didi t!

I created a star on Earth!

We’ll never need another source of Light!

His Fire agreed, as she crawled shamelessly

into every building of the city,

eating souls of homes,

celebrating her rare freedom.

  And he just stood over his newborn,

watching joyfully,

the people of the dying Rome.

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illnesses of the sun prt 10

-When he met Re

The door of the Armana grave

closed on Nofertiti’s husband

and the pharaoh is asleep forever.

He dreams of the days when

he ruled the people of Níle,

People of freedom and slavery,

proud nation of survivors.

  ’Son of god’ - they thought.

’Son of Sun’ - he knew the Truth.

  The pharaoh dreams of the days when

he kissed her wife into sleep,

and she smiled as she dreamed of

her childhood: the green meadows of the north

where she, once chased colorful butterflies.

  A little tear appears in the pharaoh’s eyes

He remembers that day,

the day when Sun came up too early,

shaking up his kingdom, with his fast rays of playful startlights

and as he’s watching the wake of his world,

Re shined upon a beautiful girl.

  Nofertiti - was her name,

Name of a girl, woman, wife,

mother of his child.

  In his eternal sleep, the pharaoh cries,

as he recalls, the heat of Sun on his face,

the same heat he felt in his heart

the day he met his beloved wife.