From nowhere

Quantos em ti lagos e rios
Quantos em ti os oceanos

Água vermelha que aos ouvidos
traz o aviso
de nenhuns campos

É bom sondarmos os abismos
que nunca vão cicatrizando

E ao som da água pressentirmos
de onde provimos
aonde vamos



David Mourão Ferreira

Read more...

Visual Acoustics

PLAY ME

Read more...

I'm a path of cinders

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl

Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream

Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street

I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near

Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruders hand
I'm the branch that you break

Bjork

Read more...

Night walk

Read more...

And the dead skin falls away?

See my solitude
Where once was truth now only doubt
Touch my tortured skin
Torn from within and from without
Kiss my blistered lips
My fingertips frost-bitten and grey
Heal my wound within
And watch the dead skin fall away

See what can’t be seen
Between the table and the chair
Touch what can’t be touched
The national trust don’t own the air
Kiss what can’t be kissed
This is the risk we have to take
Heal what can’t be healed
And feel the dead skin fall away

Only you and I know exactly how it feels
To unblinker a narrow mind
And by doing so reveal the obscurity of life
The intensity of dreams
Only you and I have realised exactly what it means

See the infant sun
Whose time has come to climb the mist
Touch the autumn sky
Burned by the supernaturalist
Kiss the purest lips
The morning slips into the day
Rising from the bed
We feel our dead skin fall away

The Divine Comedy

Read more...

14/02/2008

"The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love."

W. Somerset Maugham

Read more...

If...

If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life?
It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.


Mitsugi Saotome

Read more...

Thoughts from within

I sometimes feel like an alien creature
for which there is no earthly explanation

Sure I have human form
walking erect and opposing digits,
but my mind is upside down.
I feel like a run-on sentence
in a punctuation crazy world.
and I see the world around me
like a mad collective dream.


An endless stream of people
move like ants from the freeway
cell phones, pc's, and digital displays
"In Money We Trust,"
we'll find happiness
the prevailing attitude;
like a genetically modified irradiated Big Mac
is somehow symbolic of food.


Morality is legislated
prisons over-populated
religion is incorporated
the profit-motive has permeated all activity
we pay our government to let us park on the street
And war is the biggest money-maker of all
we all know missile envy only comes from being small.


Politicians and prostitutes
are comfortable together
I wonder if they talk about the strange change in the weather.
This government was founded by, of, and for the people
but everybody feels it
like a giant open sore
they don't represent us anymore

And blaming the President for the country's woes
is like yelling at a puppet
for the way it sings
Who's the man behind the curtain pulling the strings?


A billion people sitting watching their TV
in the room that they call living
but as for me
I see living as loving
and since there is no loving room
I sit on the grass under a tree
dreaming of the way things used to be

Pre-Industrial Revolution
which of course is before the rivers and oceans, and skies were polluted
before Parkinson's, and mad cows
and all the convoluted cacophony of bad ideas
like skyscrapers, and tree paper, and earth rapers
like Monsanto and Dupont had their way
as they continue to today.


This was Pre-us
back when the buffalo roamed
and the Indian's home
was the forest, and God was nature
and heaven was here and now
Can you imagine clean water, food, and air
living in community with animals and people who care?

Do you dare to feel responsible for every dollar you lay down
are you going to make the rich man richer
or are you going to stand your ground

You say you want a revolution
a communal evolution
to be a part of the solution
maybe I'll be seeing you around.

Woody Harrelson

Read more...

There is only freedom

Something is not quite right. I am being suffocated. I look around and people are in unison. Walking to the same step. Following their pre-defined path. They are no longer alone. They are one. Obey, conform, and continue.

Our senses have been numbed. We have been poisoned. Our freedom has been compromised. Our imagination has been suppressed and replaced by television, a mass brainwashing tool. Transmitting transient images carefully selected to control our thoughts and our way of life. Enabling us to receive electromagnetic waves of propaganda into our homes. Bringing us closer together. We must obey, conform and continue.

We are controlled by fear. Watching a news broadcast or reading a newspaper is a disturbing, even nauseating experience. The only purpose of the media is to install fear and anxiety into our lives. A relentless daily bombardment of terrorism, war, murder, rape, paedophilia keeps us sedated, conditioned, submissive and afraid. Our minds are not equipped to deal with such atrocities. The world is a dangerous and violent place. Freedom is for sale, but we must not question. We must obey and conform in order to continue.

Sexual imagery has been hammered into our subconscious, allowing the media to prey on an unconscious fear of sexual inadequacy. This is where we are most vulnerable. Pornography reinforces this fear. It exists to portray the misguided fantasy that sex can be something more than simply a mechanism to enable the survival of the species. We must be in a relationship. We must be engaged in a sexual act. We must not be alone. We must obey, conform and continue.

We are forced to accept the sickening notion that the routine of work is a necessity of life. We must endure work at all costs. We must endure the rituals, the mindless idle chatter. If we do not conform then we become isolated. Work makes us dull and submissive but we must earn a living. We need money but we can never have enough. We must sacrifice the greater part of our life now so that we can enjoy a comfortable retirement. We must accept this. It is the way. Obey, conform and continue.

A revolution is necessary, a revolution of the mind. The revolution begins and ends with the individual. Imagination is the only defence mechanism we have. Abandon work; switch off the mobile phone, the television, the laptop, the car and retreat into your imagination. Imagination is impenetrable. You are safe there. There are no rules to conform to. There is no fear. There is only freedom.

by Kevin Wilson ~ May 2004 in Dreams and Reveries

Read more...