Saturday, 24 November 2012

There are no more values, for now everything has a price.

Saturday, 17 November 2012

oranges and bells
sometimes it's the way she tells
the green in the meadows
and the darkened sighs
of someone who knows
the fields are now graves

strawberries and horns
raspberries and moans

sometimes I wonder
if there's any sweet dream
that'll become true

grey skies and red seas
as it rains far in the horizon
and the storms are upon us
with their roars chasing us

monsters and honey
phantoms and bliss

you grow inside the trees
and whisper in her ears
the sun is just a flower
that wishes that you were here

love scattered wildly

Sunday, 11 November 2012

My heart aches because I miss you
and life isn't worth it without you

Friday, 9 November 2012

A glimpse at a meaning of life

"Let us reach for the world that ought to be – that spark of the divine that still stirs within each of our souls.

Somewhere today, in the here and now, in the world as it is, a soldier sees he's outgunned, but stands firm to keep the peace. Somewhere today, in this world, a young protestor awaits the brutality of her government, but has the courage to march on. Somewhere today, a mother facing punishing poverty still takes the time to teach her child, scrapes together what few coins she has to send that child to school – because she believes that a cruel world still has a place for that child's dreams.
Let us live by their example. We can acknowledge that oppression will always be with us, and still strive for justice. We can admit the intractability of deprivation and still strive for dignity. Clear-eyed, we can understand that there will be war, and still strive for peace. 
We can do that – for that is the story of human progress; that's the hope of all the world; and at this moment of challenge, that must be our work here on Earth."
 (Last part of Obama's 2009 Peace Nobel Prize speech)

Sunday, 4 November 2012

Safe Haven

to have someone's arms to run to
as a private haven to feel safe
my love should always prevail
as the true home for my wholeness

his blue eyes as the sea
his lips that mean more than me

it rains often in my world
but if I could I would be
singing in the rain
to wash all the pain

a rather dreamy goal
to encounter my perfect love
who can smother the screams
from my mind and from my soul

I wish, I wish
his wavy hair and bronzed skin
just mine to feel within