Times and times again...we dance!
around same thoughts n consideration of same fate.
times n times again same fate drives our desires..
bent over in thoughts unending.
brushed and brewed by time...harmonic tunes we hear
yet oblivious languages we speak.
my mind longs to laugh it all off...for life mayest find simplicity
can't go on without courage...courage found in simple smiles
smiles in times that sees no lies in our eyes.
just speake your heart and life would somehow and each time
find a place for your thoughts to lie
cos indeed its time

Evolution...

humid grass staining old torn jeans,crossed legs and bowing chest bended forth by admiration and surprise,moist lips ajar whispering out a sough of wonder,vulnerable neck pushed outward in the trembling air, cheeks glowing under the chilly light of a full moon catching sight of the vibrating world below,minds and ears, corpses and belifs, fantasies and lashes drown by enchanting vocalism,melody of shivers and harmony of sensations,spreading out from the squared green of the ancient naked cloister, blowing out from a live orchestrated charillon in the sleepy unpopulated night of men with no more sighs.

Intrinsic Humility

Two thursday afternoon ago a wrinkled 78years old farmer with clean bright blue eyes lightning on an open smile came in for a visit.He soon looked straight in my eyes for a while, glued my sight to his sight, fastened my hands to his and locked my attention with his memories and stories of all the strives and efforts he and his past wife had to go through their lives, swiching in my ears the singing voice of his 4 nephews running in an everlasting blossoming garden.I dove respectfully my inquiring eyes in his ones, drifted around, and moved upward with the clear milky image of a retinal scar almost blinding both eyes.He came when nothing could have been done, he didn't struggle asking for a therapy, he didn't moan, regret or complain, and couldn't understand my concern in trying to explain him how some recent device could help improve his vision. He accepted the name of his disease, thanked and stepped out with the same humble smile, wishing me a good day. I sit at my desk, surrounded by the corrosive light that comes after each summer storm, with a chilly air blowing through the curtains and bringing in the moaning of the wind through the trees.The lustrous green of wet grass and bushes brings energy to the day.I pray and wish everyone could live a life that could give him strenght and relief instead of agony and misery in case of pain.



By Elena Albe

In his own words...A perfection never to be recreated for am sure no woman has or will ever make me feel the way she does.My hnads reaches out in loving gesture as it runs the lenght of the groove of her back...as we lay, I discovered we've found the secrets of trust...we shared the same thoghts as if orchestrated and with thesame frustration we bore our feelings in our eyes; for our diasgreements were 'cos we couldn't be with each other as much as we'll love to...never because we doubt who we are. I longed to stretch out the hands of providence and bless her with the throne to whom I worship, the one to whom my life is devoted in its entirety to love and to protect, the only woman in whom my lacks are sate and my love is complete.

It

Sounds like a drum, beats with a rhythm, pulsates everytime we are excited and palpitates gravely each time our feelings are hurt, it bleeds life and sucks death out of us...its the first to throbe and the last to quit. it works while we are awake and never sleeps, its job is never tiring and sure never takes a leave...its the representation of Him in us ! It works alone and never needs a spare even though almost all others are in pairs. it is simple yet complicated.
The depth of health and wealth are felt in it....

YOUR SHADOWS LINGERS LONG EVEN WHEN THE SUN SETS ON THE UTMOST LOVE MY LIFE BEHELD, TEARS LINE MY EYES AND LAUGHTER TURNS TO SOBS...HEARTS POUND AND EMOTIONS WAIL BRIGHTER WERE THE DAYS MEMORIES OF BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS STREWN ALONG SERENE PATHWAYS ONLY YOU COULD HAVE BROUGHT BACK THE RHYTHM...THE RAIN THAT PRECEEDS YET A HARVEST OF TRANQUILITY.

That I wonder how many bright idears that at times sparkle in me and is blown out by the evil wind of discouragement,fear and procrastination. For these three enemies, I would have long arrived my destination.

Rules we muust break,laws we must bend, principles we provoke ...yet to live in harmony with others without cause I say is man's greatest virtues.

No single sentence has ever meant so much as it does

but each time repeated,it is as new as diamond,as costly as a soul, as beautiful as the evening sunset,as priceless as life itself if only it is real and true...again

'I love you '

By each knowledge acquired, we polish our lives just as every glittering carrat improves the worth of a diamond so shall we be worth more.