Sunny Smiles of Silver Faces in Fairy Tales for Insects.

" Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,

With bitter tidings laden,

Shall summon to unwelcome bed

A melancholy Maiden!

We are but older children, dear,

Who fret to find our bedtime near.

Without, the frost, the blinding snow,

The storm-wind’s moody madness –

Within, the firelight’s ruddy glow

And childhood’s nest of gladness.

The magic words shall hold thee fast:

Thou shalt not heed the raving blast."

(Lewis Carrol)

Dancing beneath a Shadow of Fire in the Cold Woods

"Re-Turning"

Music : Clanadonia - Ya Bassa

Natural Rotations

To the Left.

To the Right.

Tall trees are breathing through scrapes of branches of concrete, 

To get inside the windows of your eyes made of glass,                        
Just leave my eyelid run in the river of clouds.                                       

                              

To the Right.

To the Left.

Those thoughts of fleshy shadows leaving your skeleton,                                
Are sailing on every spiral of blood that cut’s up the abstract veins.          

Your Smoky Neck against the Beat of my rotary City,                                       

Moans in small laughs per step inwardly, howling belly of your building.

Straight ahead…

“I’m counting Corridors”

Music : Esben and the Witch - Corridors

A penny for your Tears

Another Bag full of empty histories and your face opened to write another book.

Erased pencils missing in the colours of your Eyes are moving swiftly beneath the static Face.

The beat of words in your wooded Heart is trying to escape into your Hand...

Let them jump into my Bag of Tears and transform into another forgotten richness which shines in the golden Absence

A penny for every Tear that you give...

Music : Optimist - Zoe Keating

Twisted colours in a Hallucinated Mushroom

A Hole of new Repetitions

Repeat!

Patterns....

of behavioristic Diggers.

Until the tiny fragments of new Holes are uncovered...

Music : Earth Science - Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Strolling on processions of forgotten trails.

White cloaks steeping out of vaporous Clouds,

In the gloomy light of night,

Searching with one foot in Silence and one hand into Memory…

The Sleuthing hood shines slowly against the oblivious Darkness.

Music : Saffron Wood - Nel Ventre della Verginità

Automatic Ideation

Exhumation of another Day

Yellow Road

Another Road.

Another End.

Leading to another Way....

Music : Clan of Xymox - She's Dangerous

All...is a...Word

First the Structure...

And Fuzziness came.

Fluctuations of diversity in the Struggle of uniformity...

until the complexity of the Simplicity reaches another Word.

There will be

so many words...